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?

Layoffs at the Baby Factory

(BREAKING BROKEN NEWS:  We are positively orgasmic over reports of a multi-faceted indictment of the Southern Poverty Law Center {SPLC} by the U.S. Department of Justice.  Allegations run deep and evidence appears overwhelming regarding the years of social and individual trauma caused by these bastards.  Have you noticed an increase lately in TV commercials attempting to draw in new members? Of course -- they need the money and defending the seemingly indefensible will be expensive.  If justice prevails (and who knows these days) the SPLC will disappear and become a bad-tasting memory.  The damage this bunch has caused over many years for good people deemed bad BY THEM through lies and racist inflammation is incalculable.  If things go as we suspect, the only resolution will involve prison time and fines hefty enough to put this national weed out of business for good.  I hate needing to use the word "allegedly" in all of this, but "all of this is alleged" is usually the phrase of the day in such instances.  And, of course, I am allegedly orgasmic over this.  Oh -- you TV-watching folk might want to hold off on getting that SPLC membership your wildly liberal and crazy aunt insists you obtain.  Now. . .on to the American Civil Liberties Union, please!)


 

According to current estimations, the world is running out of people.  Childbirths have decreased dramatically, fewer people appear to actually be having sex with other humans and things look dire. Really?  Well, okay.  Anyway, I thought it might be interesting or of no value whatsoever to ponder just why male and female sexual equipment is collaborating less in producing more of us.  Here are a few thoughts to consider as you fight highway traffic or avoid gunshots and stabbing at the mall:

1.  Currently, the estimated cost of raising a child in the USA may well exceed $300,000.  Some of you are taking this money and having a good time, wondering why have kids to slow you down?

2.  Considering the enormity of the previous figure, how will one still find money for dog or cat food while raising a kid or two?  Your recreational drugs aren't cheap, either.

3.  Child protective services are now so finally honed in society that if a parent or guardian even looks at a kid funny or dares touch them anywhere for any reason, it's off to the slammer and potentially 20-plus years.  Innocence or intent no longer matters!  Everybody wants to play cop and almost everybody is crazy, and as you've noticed merely from watching your favorite stupid TV show nothing draws in viewers like contrived scripts about children in trouble because of bad parenting or stranger danger.  Who wants to deal with that when purchasing a Venus flytrap and watching it devour house flies may be just as satisfying -- and CPS won't break down your door?

4.  Looking way ahead, reluctant child producers may fear that practitioners of extremist Islam are the only ones making lots and lots of babies, and if non-Islam folks have kids they or their grandchildren may end up forced into marriage to Islamists and living under Sharia Law.  Anybody of another religion aware of this possibility should probably stock up on prayer rugs now and prepare to assume the position several times a day when the call goes out.  Why risk your kids' future?  Head and hand choppers may be the family norm.

5.  A fear of artificial intelligence:  True enough, if you have a child he or she probably won't even require hands or feet because AI will handle every chore or activity imaginable.  What's the point of having kids who you can't even take to the park because all parks have become AI centers or digital chip factories?  Why take them fishing when all the fish in a lake are robots?  How can you even conceive of going to the water park when all the water is filled with forever chemicals, pesticides and human sewage?  Worse, where do you take children for a good time when nothing is free and one must pay for admission to and use of everything that's fun?  What fun?

6.  AI will probably obliterate entire families anyway, so why bother?

7.  Victims of bad marriages finally figured it out.  When dad tearfully proclaimed to son that you really need to marry her because she's beautiful and so smart, or when mom cried and advised daughter that he'll be a great catch, he's so rich and handsome -- what they were really saying was some biologically ingrained thing enticing them into steering their children toward marriages, either good or bad, in order to result in the birth of grandchildren.  When marriages end in divorce or bloody tragedy, it's the mom and or dad of the accused parent who should be on trial as the party who initiated the eventual marital horror story.

8.  Who wants to be cut into pieces and disposed of in the river?  Who wants to drink themselves to death with antifreeze?  Come on, we've all seen enough true crime TV to know how these marital get-togethers turn out after the kids are born.  You thought your wife was just a harmless little creature incapable of giving you what-for?  Or you, ma'am, you cherished your cheating husband who really couldn't stand your cackling and decided one night to bag up pieces of you in trade for the promise of living happily and forever with some pole dancer?  Yeah, maybe making children isn't a choice when you know the risks.

9.  The suburbs.  You marry or hook up and make babies.  You hate your neighbors and their kids and they hate you and yours.  Every day is the same, taxes, pavement and blacktop, no more fields, barely a tree in sight, endless soccer games with fights among parents, road rage in your own neighborhood.  Block parties with laughter, beer and vomit, as your kids engage in social activities guaranteed to make them just like you, and thereby a reason not to procreate.

10.  Children are a joy and pleasure (until they pull off some stupid crime along with their idiot friends and you as the responsible party must pay and/or lose the house, your marriage goes south and you don't even get to keep the cat).

11.  You've been told that it's your obligation to keep "all of this" going and doing so requires childbirth.  "All of THIS?"  Really?  You want to?

12. Disposable diapers filled with poop, cast off in a disposable society of poop, destined to repose in environmentally poisonous landfills brimming with poop-soaked plastic diapers for what seems an eternity.  It only takes one kid to produce a mini-mountain of this stuff. . .

13.  The ugliest baby in the world:  Yes, it's possible.  You may give birth to the ugliest infant ever born, leading you to a life of shame, forced to cover the baby carriage in hope that nobody will accidentally see and send your kid off to the dog pound or to a traveling circus.  Is partnering up and experiencing the joys of unprotected coitus worth the risk?

14.  The definition of doing the same thing over and over and getting the same result:  No, not insanity.  We're talking about really dumb people whose family members all look the same degree of stupid facially and mentally, and who hope by churning out more kids the cycle will somehow be broken -- but it won't.  Stupid is as stupid has always done and chances are good that your fear of genetic stupidity will come true and grace your children like papers from a faulty mimeograph machine from days of old.  Wouldn't you rather have a hamster?

15.  Fear that your child will look like a zoo animal:  Most likely not one of the cute critters.

16.  Aliens casually passing through our solar system from Galaxy X may eat your kid before it reaches the first grade.  You will be heartbroken.  Avoid the pain.

17.  Why add to a species potentially heading toward its own end, helping itself along tremendously to achieve a very human and final goodbye?  And as the end approaches, will the Alzheimer victims care for the autism sufferers or will the autistic people provide care for the dementia-ridden?

18.  You can't even think of having sex with an intended without getting drunk first, and then the mere thought of bringing up a child in the process turns you stone-cold sober as you run far, far away.  Even you have standards.

19.  You heard that chemicals found in ponds have already turned frogs gay with eight legs.  Any kids you make -- which you don't want to because you drank water from the pond -- don't stand a chance.

20.  Your children may grow up to hate you because all the other kids hate their parents, too.  If your spouse or significant live-in baby maker doesn't murder you in your sleep, your 13-year-old bursting with hormones might just get angry enough to burn you dead along with the house just before going to school and instituting a student body massacre.

21.  The most significant discovery in your "reveal party" is when the lab texts you as colors explode that the infant she carries isn't yours.  The party is over.

The Social Network Spider's Web

To be blunt, if this government and its global accomplices continue "taming" the Internet to make it safe for children while obviously making the Web more difficult or useless for adult participation, little will remain except for a heavily regulated and censored tool of marginal value.

I am no fan of the so-called "social network" populated by crazies, idiots and those desirous of perpetrating harm or death upon innocent people, and if I ever became a Facebook member or a member of any such network I hope lightning strikes me down. The fact that I run a couple of ad-free blogs should say something about my relationship with the social network -- and at this point I'm not sure I could consider blogging relevant to the social network variety currently dominating that one universe.

Particularly, I am so done with congressional hearings filled with sobbing parents whose children met bitter ends or other tragedies because of their presence on the social network, or individuals claiming the Internet drove them nuts or into some emotional quagmire.  Yes, it's been said over and over, but still we ask just when did parents forfeit their obligation to know what or whom their children are involved with 24/7?  Difficult as it may be to conquer, parental distance is the primary reason why government representatives have launched concerted attacks on the Internet, making it increasingly and exquisitely hard to enter and use the Web without complications.  Things will get worse in the name of protecting children.  But that's not the social network's job.  Lawsuits seem so attractive though, don't they?  The phrase, "for the children" may pull at one's heartstrings, but a rabid or almost cultist emphasis on those words can also rip out freedom's guts.  I curse congressional lapdogs and activists intent upon making adults subservient to the politically generated "needs" of children watched over and "protected" way too much by the wrong people.  This may be unpleasant, but it's worth entertaining the thought that most, if not all people influenced negatively to extremes once exposed to the Internet's treasures were probably swimming in mental issues long before they allowed the computer to become whatever they believed it became to their lives.

Donald Trump Does the World:  If you hate him he must be doing something right.  Once one becomes tuned in to his long-range goal to make America a leader once again, current price increases and related annoyances should be looked upon as necessary short-term effects. Yes, it all hurts like hell, but so did the slow-burn torture and disaster inflicted upon the entire country by Democrats over a quite different long term.  I think that Trump knows exactly how to administer the cure, though he must be aware that he  will receive absolutely no credit for his work until long after he's out of Office.  Now, if the Democrats don't go right in and destroy everything good he has done. . .their avowed, unfolding goal. . .

Pope Nope:  When the Vatican gives the world's poor all of its gold, art and other valuable treasures so it may truly embrace poverty, maybe I'll listen to a word or two from this current heavenly representative.  Meanwhile, I patiently wait for a solution to the UFO mystery -- which may never fully arrive -- because I think there's enough there to literally devastate all established religions.  The most powerful vacuum cleaner on the planet so far is the collection plate, taking in new monies but providing in return the same old answers.

Los Angeles Psycho of the Day:  Police shot and killed a woman attempting to kidnap and harm a three year old boy at a Walmart.  Unfortunately, they weren't able to blow her ass away before she cut the kid's face and head (his wounds were prominently displayed on TV news).  Just as I'm tired of people blaming the social network for emotional ills with which their children or themselves have already been infiltrated far in advance, I'm equally put off by every other freaking news report involving a murder or catastrophe involving "mental illness."  As L.A. police demonstrated, there is indeed a compassionate, yet permanent cure for this kind of mental illness, and the cure requires only (1) a bullet fired from a gun and (2) a deranged human head.  Simple and effective, maybe even a tad on the romantic side, and no doctor's notes or drug prescriptions are necessary.  Oh -- and the woman noted here did apparently steal the knife from Walmart and her estate should be properly billed.

The end is near or why isn't it?  The magnitude acquired by organized sports in the world is amazing as well as troublesome.  While the world's attention is focused on athletics, who's watching the gangster politicians doing things behind our backs?  Had I only known how sports would leap from backyard baseball to exerting a gargantuan hypnotic grip on every modern society.  I wish the inventor of the ball would have made them square or triangular, never round! Let's see how THAT would have played out in the industry.  Every time I happen upon one sports event after another, engaged in by shouting fans or players who sometimes resemble a possible missing link incarnate, I simply ask myself -- why are we not yet extinct?  Are we really here to chew tobacco, spit on the field, endure concussions and break bones during play?  Where oh where is that damned planet killer asteroid, bring it on!

You Could Go Blind, But Your Prostate May Be Fine

(A special note to Canadians on behalf of my long-deceased Canadian ancestors who moved to the USA:  Like we in the states, you folks know what it's like to have a government dominated by leftist lunatics.  Until you vote in a more conservative government, you're stuck with one which (1) apparently delights in curing your illnesses with suicide assistance and (2) demands that you turn in your guns because you never know when a gun will rise up and shoot itself without a human pulling the trigger.  As you may recall, after Australia confiscated innocent people's guns crime increased considerably.  Canada, DON'T be Australia!  Hide your guns under the cat or behind that glistening wall photo of  King -- hmm, is it Andrew?  Well, I really can't remember, but you do, I'm sure.  Nevertheless, let's hope you can wait out this outrage because you may need those weapons one day for any variety of reasons.  In the meantime, maybe you can decorate guns as flagpoles holding maple leaf flags -- or perhaps try convincing your lunatic legislators that guns must be saved and used as hospital suicide instruments under the guidance of now applicable Canadian laws.  After all, as Mark Carney himself might agree, legal is legal and laws are laws.)


A side-effect of working in a medical specialty, as I did in Air Force hospitals long ago, is a tendency to take bodily functions for granted.  Becoming embarrassed by the mere mention of genitalia is impossible once one has seen it all.  Remarking to a friend or even to a stranger on the street that you've noticed something about their physical appearance indicative of a necessary visit to a physician can be helpful -- or insulting to the person whose bodily facade you have just violated in a cascade of medical words.

So I hope you'll forgive me today for getting right into masturbation.  

No, silly, it's not what you think.  This is about masturbation, not actively performing it as you read. Nope, not me, either.

I was gratified (stop it!) by an article in the New York Post of April 3 in which medical science seems to reiterate what has been hypothesized before -- that frequent sex and/or masturbation may keep hazardous substances from remaining in and causing cancer within the male's prostate gland.

The article quotes physicians familiar with the subject and there appears a current consensus among some that 21 ejaculations a month are necessary to keep a healthy prostate.  Why not 20 or 22 is a mystery to me, but maybe 21 holds some mystical relevance to medical science.  Perhaps even, as opposed to odd, numbers are the work of Satan in this instance, I do not know.

All of this reminds me of the "old wives' tales" warning children that masturbating a lot will cause one to go blind, or that excessive hair will grow on one's knuckles and apparently society will look upon the masturbator as equivalent to a sex-starved caveman or something.  However, considering the fact that "old wives" don't have prostates from which to judge effects, I think it is more in line to believe that such nonsense was fostered so that males would use their sexual moments to produce children with women instead of indulging in self-pleasure of which only the devil himself  (or herself) would approve.

The obvious lesson taken from the NY Post article appears to be:  Do it frequently and if you need to fit in all 21 times a month don't hesitate to cancel appointments which might get in the way.  However, don't forget to feed the cat or pick up the mail in between sessions -- and as far as the radical Islamists among us go, I guess we could agree that medical science believes it's perfectly okay to. . . 

Masturbate in the caliphate.

Let's give a big hand to the New York Post for this article.  A really big hand.