Inescapable

For those of us in summer's pathway the heat is definitely on and for many millions of overheated humans there is no solution but to bear it.  Thanks to socialist=communist policies in Western Europe air conditioners are condemned and confiscated from those least able to fight the buzzing swarms espousing climate change ultra-lunacy, often leaving the elderly and infirm only the option of heat-related deaths in their own homes.

Isn't it strange how so many things seem out of control, beyond our ability to influence the outcome?

Yes, the heat and humidity engulfing many nations currently comes to mind, but what of other matters, such as an increase in attacks on people by sea creatures?  Shark attacks, always reliable fodder for the news media, seem almost routine now, a dangerous rite of passage for the surfing community frequently on the menu for sharks hunting for chunk-style human body parts.

In the past several days tragic alligator encounters have almost matched shark activity, and the largest among alligators apparently have no trouble grabbing humans right off the river shores to administer their murderous deeds in the water where they feel most at home.

However, while some may find relief from the heat in novel ways, or quickly swim away from hungry sharks (though in need of a blood transfusion) or just barely avoid the snapping jaws of hidden alligators, there will soon arise an entity from which there is no escape anywhere on the planet. It's called quantum computing.

Forget the computers with which you grew up.  According to standard definitions, quantum computers use "quantum-mechanical phenomena like superposition and entanglement to perform calculations." The cherished belief among scientists holds that quantum computers will eventually solve problems that are impossible for classical computers.  Of course, we are already witnessing this outcome with AI facilities, with much more to come and all the more rapidly.

But like the alligator from which there is no escape, quantum computing will influence all of us.  Know-all, see-all computerization will finally sweep away all protective curtains in our online lives.  No more individual user names or secret passwords, no more safe bank statements in "the cloud," no more confidential anything online no matter where one puts the information or clicks/visits.  Quantum computers will literally rip the face off every cherished digital fragment you thought was secure -- or deleted -- forever.  How could things not end up like this?  Our thirst for the chip, multiplied by our enemies' thirst for the chip, obliterates the words, caution or reckless.  The live-or-die battle to be first on the quantum battlefield is now at the front of a very long war.

My question is, how will existing under the dominating influence of quantum computing be any better than living under the thumb of a communist dictatorship?  Will a near-sentient thing capable of manufacturing a thousand identical ink pens gaze upon human lives as a single device with no space for the concept of individuality?

The weather is hot, the gators are biting and the masters of quantum computers are eagerly tasting the future, even as those most affected lose themselves in a daily self-reward of nonchalance. 

Suit Yourself (or Have it Your Way)

Boys have been a neglected human factor in recent years, while girls and young women basked somewhat more noticeably in the limelight of better opportunities and certainly increased visibility in the world of collegiate and professional sports.

Maybe it's no accident then that, according to emerging news reports, a "disturbing" number of boys and young men appear to have found their dream ladies not in human form, but online where they are actually building AI girlfriends designed to cater to their every whim (well, almost every. . .).

In a way, girls and women may be better off, at least in the short term, because concurrently among these news reports is the revelation that a lot of young men have taken to "enjoying" sex with their human female partners by choking them nearly into unconsciousness or assaulting them with unwanted anal entry.  We suggest that this is a result of leaving young men to their own devices and sexual education via Internet sites while otherwise making boys second class citizens whose needs for social education are pushed aside in their own country as girls often receive more attention regarding their personal goals (nevertheless jeopardized by the trans community whose achievements in athletics while costumed as an opposing gender are absolutely ruining women's sports at the high school and college level -- and just where is the National Organization of Women these days?  Hmm?).

So what's up with the boys who construct girlfriends online instead of pursuing the real thing?  Once they put together the beauty of their fantasies in AI format the world is seemingly theirs.  At last, teenage boys have a girlfriend who listens to their problems rather than vice versa. and they can engage in conversation at any level they wish -- generally involving sex, no doubt.  Yes, the perfect girlfriend who tells a boy exactly what he wants to hear every time and will do just about anything he requests or demands, though virtually of course.  With an AI girlfriend, boys can obliterate any chance of being rejected, and the bonus is that they don't need to shower, use deodorant or change their underwear in "her" presence.  There is no such thing as her time of the month or PMS or tears of emotion and surely not an unintended pregnancy on the AI's part, and he need not invest in condoms, birth control or workouts at the gym to look his best.  Arguments simply do not exist in this emotionally one-sided utopian existence. The industrious male with a loyal AI girlfriend can travel the world with her and still be home in time to enjoy dinner for one-plus-it in the basement or deceptively named "family room."

And while computer-savvy young men everywhere carry on their self-satisfying love affairs with an entity incapable of becoming an actual human, let no one interfere in the love nest to remind the well-occupied male that his infatuation with the AI to fill an inner void ultimately comes down to a few choice words:  Masturbation fantasies, narcissism, isolation and loneliness. To quote Col. Kurtz in Apocalypse Now, "The horror, the horror..."

Yet, as global sperm counts among young males see a decline for reasons unclear, one wonders whether our time as humans is running out, and just how extinction of our species might manifest itself as we continue reaching for the cold, yet peculiarly romantic touch of a digital chip.  Could be we've just tired of one another, aware at last of what we are and what we do and what we have done throughout human history.  Maybe it's no wonder why the boys retreat to the childless and sterile, yet somehow more satisfying digital embrace of their perfect AI girlfriend. 

As machines have evolved, one need not even put a quarter in a slot to start the game anymore.

By the way, why not extinction yet?  The past few days have proved relentless in spotlighting all manner of athletic events, and when the parade in NY for the Knicks attracted thousands the question became obvious:  Is this all we are?  Game players awarded for transporting balls from here to there or to some honored hole?  What have these people won, these loyal fans who look upon certain game players as "heroes?"  If games of sport are our all-consuming destiny of human evolvement, the universe should mop us up and out in short order.  The more a society becomes saturated with sports and games, the more we see in the mist the words, "dumbed down."

Suggestions that I.C.E. may become N.I.C.E. if the word, Natural can be attached to the name.  Kinder and gentler? Hell no!  Go get 'em guys!

England's Starmer resigns:  Goodbye and good riddance a'hole.  You couldn't have worked any harder with your Labor Party to destroy the country if you had wielded a wrecking ball.  Seems that Parliament will have the unfortunate duty of selecting another leader, but what many Brits crave is the opportunity at some point to put Nigel Farage into Office.  Good luck and go for it, England, so you can regain the nation you remember so fondly -- a nation without immigrant terror, murder and rapes for starters.  Nor is the European Union responsible for so much of the unwarranted immigration horror among Western nations anybody's friend.

Iran:  We're all so tired of this murderous Islamic clown show.  Can somebody just please the "Twelvers" by popping open a jack-in-the-box and convincing them that a pre-cloaked mullah puppet is the 12th Imam bringing peace, not terror, and now that he has arrived everybody can go back to being mentally stable?  Otherwise, rather than spending all our money on missiles let's shower the Iranian people on the streets with rifles and ammo so they'll have at least a fair chance to annihilate the army and crazy leadership in charge.  What's one more bloodbath when the odds are stacked against you every day? As things stand, Iran's bonkers government will always lie to us about everything, and if they can import terrorists into the USA -- as they have apparently attempted as the international games continue -- they will.  What is it these throwbacks always shout when they commit criminal acts?  Oh yeah, now I remember, I think it's "Allah gay bar, Allah gay bar!"  Who would have thought?

Tulsi Gabbard's departing gift to America:  Her extensive download regarding the lies we were told about Covid's origin should make the name of Dr. Anthony Fauci forever questioned and our intelligence agencies under Biden and Co. worthy of extensive reorganization.  Being lied to by our government is bad enough, but being lied to in ways affecting your very life is another matter. 

New First Cousin to the Maytag Repairman?

Release number three of government UFO-related documents and videos has hit the streets, and while I haven't approached this treasure trove of ambiguities and unknowns yet I already know what it doesn't contain and what I wish it did.  When do we get serious proof of electronic tracings (radar and more)?  How about spending some serious time on landing traces and cases on the ground where vehicles and their occupants have been influenced negatively by encounters with objects appearing from out of the sky?  When will the files empty themselves of cases involving pilot close encounter effects and aircraft disappearances during UFO manifestations?

When will official suspicions arise regarding the whereabouts of some of the thousands of people who mysteriously disappear without warning all over the world, sometimes at times when strange things are seen in the sky? Anything reliable in the official files to confirm reports of people claiming to have been UFO-abducted and seeing people or pieces of people inside craft-like objects with apparent storage space to spare?  Anything about cattle mutilations ready to splatter across the government UFO pages?  And just what was the disposition of that case out West or Midwest several years ago where a hunter's boots were discovered high up in a tree in some desolate part of the forest, but the hunter allegedly was never found?  Hardly gov. UFO file material -- but who knows?

We long for government release of the "good stuff" to help dispel or provide affirmation regarding the highly curious. What happened to all official files pertaining to military victims of the Rendlesham incidents?  We long for clarification regarding what the hell is going on and likely has been going on in the skies above and on the earth and under the seas for a very long time -- if the very concept of time has anything to do with it.

Of course, I'm tempted to anticipate all the deep-dive answers that need to come out of government files regarding the Pascagoula UFO encounter by The late Mr. Hickson and Mr. Parker.  So where is the good stuff from government files -- and if we cannot see it, why not?

Singer Bryan Adams may have had a wonderful and pleasantly nostalgic musical "Summer of '69," but my "Summer of '65" was more interesting, for this was my opportunity to visit the old NICAP (National Investigations Committee on Aerial Phenomena) offices in Washington, D.C.  Spending a brief but very busy time with director Donald Keyhoe and assistant director Richard Hall was a dream come true, and meeting Keyhoe in person was particularly awe-inspiring to me because retired Marine Corps Maj. Keyhoe had accompanied famed aviator Charles Lindbergh as a personal aide on his trans-American flight decades earlier (Keyhoe also authored a book about the experience, "Flying with Lindbergh").

However, undertaking a routine visit on that warm summer's afternoon was all but impossible.  The USA was in the midst of a wave of UFO reports from all over the country.  These were chaotic times, not comforted when the U.S. Air Force explained away reported unknowns in the sky as bright stars, and the stars were named.  Trouble was, skeptical astronomers went running to their star charts, only to realize that all stars implicated by the Air Force were only visible from the other side of Earth during UFO sighting activity.

I remember desks in the relatively small NICAP office piled high with sighting reports, magazine articles and correspondence urgently in need of attention.  Yes, this was the office of NICAP and Donald Keyhoe's influence, dedicated to blaming the Air Force for all the alleged UFO secrecy and in turn taking a lot of heat for those views.

Fast forward to 2026 and it turns out that Keyhoe (et. al among NICAP folk) wasn't far off, except despite whatever secrets the Air Force still appears to harbor, the rest of the government itself withheld a lot of information for decades.  The unfolding treasure chest of UFO films and videos that would have delighted and impressed Keyhoe, Hall and so many others now deceased who knew there existed much to see despite official denials would provide justification for their efforts.

But now what?  Where do we go?  Will private UFO investigators and organizations shrivel and disappear?  I'm thinking of those old TV commercials with actor Jesse White, who plays a washing machine repairman, and he is designated as "the loneliest man in town" because Maytag washing machines were advertised as so reliable that he has no repair work to perform.

For some reason, I'm also reminded of occasional appearances on TV's old Merv Griffin Show (Westinghouse Broadcasting) of the sixties by then elderly actor and former model Quentin Crisp, who wrote the book, The Naked Civil Servant.  During one interview Crisp was asked about his reluctance to clean his apartment, upon which he replied,  “There is no need to do any housework at all. After the first four years the dirt doesn't get any worse."  Have assorted clumps of UFO research and official files become any worse or better for the wear after 70 years? I'm waiting. . .tick. . .tick. . .tick. . .and I babble on.  What if there was no dirt in the first place?

Will these periodic releases of UFO (UAP. . .sigh. . .) files render private researchers and investigators less relevant and effective, or will what might possibly turn out ultimately to be incredible to an nth degree reinvigorate the listless?  Precisely what will be the role of the veteran UFO inquirer once a less enthused society believes they know The Truth at last and there's nothing more to see here. . .except for all the things I'm almost betting we will never see.

So surprise us already, Mr. and Ms. War@Gov.  We see mysteries in the sky and they are not us.  But neither is what's been released so far the end of the story.

How to Help Cops Assist I.C.E. in Sanctuary Cities

Every American should be angry when shadowy nameless and faceless invaders from nations near or far beyond our borders step on in illegally by the millions and expect -- and promptly receive -- all manner of benefits and support of which most Americans are excluded.

Yes, this was a Democrat thing, a social disease fostered by not only outsiders, but often by homegrown fools as well.  As readers know by now, I call these human roach-infested urban centers stink-tuary cities, and they need to go away yesterday.

The New York State legislature and governor, like their equals in several other states, love stink-tuary cities.  Of course they do: That's where they find a majority of brain-addled voters whom, like any insane people, vote the same way again and again, expecting not a different result, but the same result.  They crave continuing Democrat leadership and chains on their freedoms like lab rats crave cocaine.  

The level-headed Democrats with whom I grew up are all but gone now, leaving behind a collective as if from some wretched lunatic asylum or institute for the criminally and constitutionally insane.

It should come as no surprise, therefore, to note a succession of Democrat states and cities all but pledging allegiance to illegal aliens instead of to the flag, and their current glue trap for law enforcement is to deny the use of local police personnel to assist ICE agents in any way.  We have already seen the dangers of this policy as ICE agents have come under assault and violent acts while simply attempting to perform the jobs for which they have been duly sworn to do.

President Trump and Homeland Security have achieved much success in clearing the country of the human detritus which leaped across the borders under Biden's brain, but these increasingly ICE-unfriendly activities perpetrated by generally leftist scum who harbor no appreciation whatsoever for the USA make the job of removal very difficult.

My solution to counter those whose nevertheless unconstitutional invention of "sanctuary cities" serves as a grave impediment to federal law enforcement is simple enough.  Every beat cop or patrol cop or state trooper or anybody working for local or state government law enforcement instructed not to cooperate with ICE and alien removal should do what's easiest:  Confide in those citizens whom they trust most and keep them discretely informed about who moved into the neighborhood and maybe shouldn't be there, then let citizens confidentially pass any useful information on to ICE agents who have the capacity to investigate from afar.  Pin-pointing the exact who and where could be a very useful tool for federal authorities looking to clean up the area, and there is no need to let one's local or state superiors know you're doing it.  Why tell them anything when they are blatantly ignoring the law themselves?

So now some of you are saying I sound like some kind of Nazi or fascist informer or something.  No, I just want Biden's intentional blunder erased.  This illegal alien disaster needs to be cleaned up once and for all, and the human factor is the only factor worthy of consideration.  Further, as a military veteran I was never told I blindly needed to welcome either the enemy or the casual outsider into the country.  I don't want us to become Western Europe, currently awash in Islamic hell. . . and likely Islamic conquest with all the horrors of Sharia Law, without swift action.

As a far easier chore, let's rid the USA of Chinese "birth tourism" allowing instant citizenship for pregnant Chinese women who come here merely to birth an instant American citizen all ready to grow up and do China's bidding to destroy our government.  We host enough homegrown folk trying to do that already. 

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. . .