As 2017 Exits. . .

Greetings Russian people:  I know you ordinary citizens still love me, or perhaps I'm wrong and only Russian government operatives and/or prostitute spies constitute my audience.  I make this assumption as I watch mysteriously growing readership numbers from Russia.  I'm sorry that Mr. Putin's main rival for the upcoming elections won't be allowed to run (most likely because of falsified charges from his past, but hey, why should things change now?).  Sorry you can't substitute our wonderful Obama instead, because if you like Putin you would absolutely adore Obama, and he might stand a real chance after going through channels.  The primary advantage:  Obama's vast experience in attempting to run a country like a socialist empire for eight years.

Good luck Iranians:  Your country was dominated by a minority of radical Islamic beasts decades ago, and if your current protests can make a mark in dislodging this murderous collection of global terrorists from the power they wield, maybe some semblance of sanity will return.  It's a long shot, especially when it's likely that allies of Iran's tyranny government are waiting to help crush the people's movement.

Friends of climate change / global warming:  Well, looks as though a volcano in Bali blow its top a few days ago, for the first time since 1963 when 1,000 people died.  I guess you folks on the crazily touched/pathetic side might be interested in fining or imprisoning said geological perpetrator, since one little ol' volcano can spew more than enough violating substances into the air, often surpassing in a huge way whatever you're blaming the rest of us for.  And how about that global warming, currently devouring a good share of the United States with extended icebox temperatures?  Wasn't the world's snow supposed to be gone by now? Where's Al Gore?  Must we be lectured instead by famed climate expert of the day --  today -- Elizabeth Warren ?

The United Nations remains intact, but its U.S. funding isn't quite so united, now that Trump and associates have cut our huge slice of the budget pie substantially.  Will U.N. frauds composing a significant share of the voting bloc vote themselves out of the country in protest?

China gets slippery with petroleum:  Spy satellites have reportedly shown Chinese ships unloading oil to North Korean ships in violation of United Nations agreements more than 30 times.  China denies.  Of course. And the artificial islands China constructs in direct opposition to neighboring countries exist merely for their aesthetic value.  And now Russian tankers have likewise been caught filling up NK vessels?  This is pure insanity.

Love him or hate him, the vacationing Dr. Michael Savage made a brief appearance on his radio program Friday afternoon to announce he enjoyed a  dinner with and a couple of phone calls from President Trump during Christmas.  Normally, we wouldn't bother mentioning this, but because Savage discussed with Trump and White House associates his deep, lifelong concern for wild animals and relating environmental issues we are somewhat inspired.  His remarks to Trump that people generally look upon Republicans as crude and uncaring about enviro subjects surely made an impression -- an important point because true conservatives are also conservationists. 

We remain consistently amazed how Savage is portrayed (mainly by the usual media and political suspects, who purposefully seem to ignore his best-selling books) as some variety of monster, when he actually puts himself out there as politically angered with justification and outspokenness, but deeply compassionate about issues, people and animals deserving of his attention.  Savage, unafraid to voice his strong opinions about radical Islam and other unpopular topics, has long been banned in Great Britain, while Islamic extremists and others of questionable repute have almost been welcomed with open arms as England's government (like many Western European governments) seems to heed few warnings about England's steadily growing Islamic influence -- a conquest, in essence.

UFOs:  Now that the UFO subject has been awarded an official confirmation -- of sorts -- we wish the many deceased researchers and investigators who poured heart and soul into keeping the phenomenon out in front could be here to know their work wasn't for nought.  Oh yes, we are well aware and personally familiar with the ridicule.

Playing a coma victim on TV:  An unfortunate, distressing number of U.S. voters endure a constant coma as leftists, of course, but I've been sampling a few TV shows where this character or that ends up in a coma, and on every occasion when they get screen time they look better than the people around them.  I've encountered people in real comas, and I must say, they don't really look as good as actors pretending.  For one thing, the coma actors are always on their backs, never turned from side to side to avoid bed sores.  Nor do we see catheter bags hanging from the beds, almost overflowing with urine like in some real hospitals and nursing homes.

I'm pretty sure I could go on TV and play a coma actor, and because there are no troublesome lines of speech to learn this could be my ideal (pardon the pun) "dream" job.  Oh, and by the way, the contract would stipulate that my acting coma must end with acting death -- otherwise I'd need to speak and impress others playing hospital roles about how I saw gods or demons while I was conked out, and how I was invited to go into a light or something.  Ewwwwww!

Smoke detectors:  Notice how the Christmas season brings not only tons of TV commercials, but public service announcements begging us to have working smoke detectors in our homes?  I was thinking -- if your wish after demise someday is to be cremated anyway, why would you want a smoke detector?  Nature can do the cremation job for free, true?  I know, there's compassion, and then there's practicality.

At year's end, it's customary to review the year's highs and lows or offer hope or something of substance.  Truth is, you already know what happened this year.  As for 2018, my biggest hope is that Kim freakin' Jong-Un and his fellow thugs fall into a giant Venus flytrap, a plant perfectly suited for insect removal, and far more talented than North Korea's monster arthropod. That would truly create a splendid 2018. 

May all of you have a reasonable 2018, even if that means simply avoiding incoming missiles, alien invaders, mysterious government agents, men in black, frogs falling from the sky, nightmares of Hillary as President or politics.

A Letter of Distinction

I know, I know, I've displayed Al Chop's letter to Henry Holt Publishing Co. several times over the years.  Well, here it is again because it needs to be seen, remembered and immortalized as a key artifact in the history of official UFO investigations.  Is the extraterrestrial theory the final word?  Heck no.  But Chop's letter -- and remember, he never meant for it to end up on the jacket of Major Donald E. Keyhoe's book, Flying Saucers From Outer Space, but Holt made that decision -- shows us what the U.S. government was thinking in the fifties. (Chop's photo attached).

Former Pentagon official and key participant in the government's five-year secret UFO study, now blown wide open as a real, tangible entity, Luis Elizondo appeared briefly on Glenn Beck's radio show this morning.  Beck, whose listeners, we suspect, include a number of deeply religious folk whose faith may or may not be shaken to the core over the very idea of a serious government UFO investigation, flat-out asked Elizondo if he thought UFOs represent a life form, and Elizondo replied without hesitation that he did.  Of course, he could only speak for himself, but we're rather sure he isn't alone in that opinion.

This week's New York Times and Politico bombshell articles are important, not because we learned what UFOs are (we didn't), but because we now have a glimmer of hope that official secrecy will begin to unwind and the government will tell us the truth.  For starters, there must be one hell of a lot of  military gun camera films and photos worthy of public release -- you know, the ones with a history of  "disappearing" over the years, the ones military folk and others know are darned well sitting in a secluded file somewhere.

Having followed the UFO circus since the early sixties, I'm cautiously optimistic.  But I'm also self-warned not to expect an exotic surprise to jump out of a cake as this current party plays into the night.  The last time we attended a happy dance like this, Dr. Ed Condon and associates promised us a fair UFO project from the University of Colorado.  Everybody knows how that turned out.

The Rise of Bitchcoin

Breaking. . .broken. . .crashing news:  The New York Times, Washington Post, TV network news shows and other sources are abuzz over a revelation that the Pentagon spent 22 million dollars over five years (beginning in 2007) to fund a secret UFO study.  Well now, if the Pentagon admits to that degree of interest, be assured that far more than 22 million bucks have been thrown at the enigma and this amount, taken together with "black budget" funds, should pretty much nail the belief that government UFO studies have been continuing for decades.  How could they not, considering the possibilities AND pilot-UFO encounters taunting intelligence system capabilities?  For anybody following the UFO issue for years, familiar with inescapable evidence of a scientific mystery of possibly incalculable value, the only "secret" part here is the waker-upper.  Why, oh why must every government UFO research project slip into the secret mode, depriving the American people of knowing about our government's work on this issue?  Maybe the fact that the University of Colorado's $300,000 ("chicken feed" in scientific terms) UFO "study" was a fraud and disaster from the start has a bearing, but please, really, it's 2017 and we suspect U.S. citizens and much of the world can handle the truth -- even if the truth reveals only that governments are trying to take a look at something which seems intent upon looking at us. 

At least one former study participant admits the project was continuing even when he departed, so we further note, therefore, that the assumed five-year window is nonsense.  Indeed, our government has never stopped following the UFO issue.  Nevertheless, we're curious about what investigators learned during the five-year period.  Because military pilot films and photos apparently received the attention they deserve -- with some seeing public release after decades of withholding or "gone missing" status -- it's more than obvious that we've reached a tipping point of sorts.  Then again, how many times have some perched precariously on the cliff overlooking "disclosure," only to fall off and see their assumptions smashed on rocks of disappointment below?  We're pretty sure the main military interest here is weapons intelligence value, as opposed to a friendly alien discovery per the movie, "Close Encounters of the Third Kind."

The real promise here?  Watch for TV networks to again drag out re-edited or new "documentaries" regarding the UFO subject because the time is right, and these will follow the usual established broadcast recipe favoring debunkers over science, evidence and apt questions.  In the words of the street, they will truly suck.  From ratings to rat-ings?  Get ready.

Bitcoin isn't the only new currency on the block (or on the block chain, for that matter), but some parts of American society currently embrace another device of intrinsic value -- we'll call it "Bitchcoin."

The observant among you will gasp right away, believing that this offensive term might have something to do with women, and you are correct, but Bitchcoin treats men and women equally.  Isn't that what everybody, or some everybodies, want?  Bitchcoin currency, like Bitcoin, continues to trend upward in value, particularly because its growth depends upon the psychological destruction of women, girls, boys and men by people of either established gender -- or, we suppose, by those of contrived genders.  Gender flavors of the day.

In other words, Bitchcoin is about bitching, moaning and complaining to extremes, involving male, female and, yep, revved-up gender benders who mysteriously choose surgeons' cold steel scalpel blades over mental counseling by "professionals" whom generally are a little less mind-conflicted than they.

On several occasions we have asked, what happened to the boys?  Attention overwhelmingly appears focused upon the influence and emergence of young women all over the country.  Just watch the sports segments on local TV stations or, good grief, check out TV commercials which keep the camera lens on females, with boys and men used as backdrops or potted plants.

Our national climate abhors and fears anything masculine that isn't a woman.

That sounds like a joke, but it's not.

Drawing almost from the ranks of utter hysteria, accusations of abuse by men now spew forth from women of all ages.  It's as if a social volcano just blew its top, burning lava gushing forth and obliterating everything equipped with a penis in sight.

OF COURSE there are sexually abused and battered women, but beyond mere accusations are options for gathering evidence or actually progressing to courtroom trials.  Unfortunately, these options are irrelevant in the current atmosphere.  Accusations are everything and fake justice for the accused is manipulated like a fidget spinner.

Whether it is women or men making accusations against alleged perpetrators regarding things that happened long ago, how do the accused defend themselves against what often comprises nothing more than an accusatory word factory?

Yet, it happens.  It's happening.  The value of Bitchcoin is on the rise, and all that one of either gender need do is initiate the bitching.  Get a sleazy attorney of dubious TV-enhanced integrity involved and, well, all the better for Bitchcoin's social value.

Some of us have a lot of time on their hands, life's chores having become less cumbersome over the decades.  We might just be at a point where we're so bored and unattached that any subject which reeks of a group activist mentality quickly and magnetically attracts those who should be part of it -- and those who probably shouldn't.  When flippant and unsubstantiated words instantly effect negatively the lives and careers of folks at every level, something is dramatically wrong.  So be afraid, be very afraid.

The cracked wisdom of Governor Jerry Brown:  Here's a guy who could single-handedly raise the value of Bitchcoin by words alone.  Following Brown's appearance on "Sixty Minutes," in which the governor blamed climate change for the latest California fires, a homeless people's encampment was actually determined to be the source of ignition after carelessness allowed a major blaze to grow and destroy homes, wildlife and everything else in its widening path.  Brown consistently demonstrates that, like horses to water, one can lead a far leftist to facts, but you can't make him absorb 'em.  It's the agenda, you see, always the agenda.

On the same note come the questions that few dare ask -- how many of these fires have the human touch of deadly intent behind them?  Are poverty, border jumpers, Islamic terrorism or any variety of human manifestations possible causes for a majority of these blazing infernos?  Would official sources admit it publicly, thus touching off blind or focused retaliation?

No sonics?  Regarding members of the U.S. diplomat staff and others who sustained mysterious brain injuries in Cuba, there is now talk that sound waves of any nature may have been ruled out as a precipitant.  According to an apparently knowledgeable guest on Clyde Lewis's radio talk show, electromagnetic devices or weaponry currently rank as the presumed culprit, and the U.S. government knows it, demands silence on the part of those affected or investigating, and as usual the American people will be the last to know the truth.  If ever. 

I offered up my old ultrasound theory because this form of energy, too, can cause devastating internal body damage, and if sound can truly be ruled out in the Cuba instances (which seem to extend beyond Cuba?), all the better for determination of the facts.

Omarosa, Obama-rosa, whatever her name, leaves the White House with a little help:  We say good riddance to this scheming staff member who never should have been allowed inside in the first place.  As she throws the terms racist and racial toward Trump, we also see the kind of person who planned all the time to learn what she could in the Trump White House, always intent upon writing about all the "dirt" she could find.  When one undertakes military or government employment, various promises of confidentiality must be signed, so we certainly expect swift punishment, should this disturbing ex-staffer violate her promises.  Hearing what we have of her allegedly disruptive influence in the White House before being unceremoniously tossed out (oh, excuse me, she resigned on her own.  Uh huh.), we anticipate that the value of Bitchcoin just shot way higher.  The only question remaining is, how many lawsuits and how many lawyers will she stack up against enemies she probably helped create all by herself?

Net neutrality exits:  Another temporary victory by the Obama bunch bites the dust.  We calmly suggest of New York's and other states' attorneys general to just shut up, hold your frivolous lawsuits and wait to see if good things really do happen now that government's Internet control has been ripped away in favor of the free market.  If chaos truly ensues as time goes on, that's the time for lawsuits, not now.  The lawsuit thing is all Democrat pap, anyway, for leftists can't survive without the phony necessity to control, control, control.  By the way, during the years before Obama's interference, you may recall, the Internet was working just fine.

Seven dirty words:  The late George Carlin would love this move by the Trump administration in which seven words have allegedly been banned from HHS documents and/or contract proposals involving medical topics.  I vehemently disagree with the Trump folk on this one, if reported correctly, because one cannot simply wave a wand and obliterate dictionaries.  Yes, government-twisted Obama-friendly words such as "diversity" just drive me mad because it doesn't mean what it means when one race is stacked against another or others -- yet banning it seems a fruitless venture.

The word, "transgendered" also requires omission, and I'm not certain of a worthy alternative.  I particularly find the banning of "fetus" interesting, and in this instance alone we surely encounter an homage to GOP evangelists.  With no shame, I have warned again and again that the Republicans need to distance themselves from those who would manipulate government with their personal religious agendas -- yet, here we are.  "Fetus" is a perfectly sound medical term exemplifying an organism growing in a womb, much like a chicken in an egg.  Ouch!  The religious right doesn't want to hear that, instead demanding with obvious calculation that "fetus" be replaced with another word -- and since dictionaries don't offer much of an alternative, one is almost forced to use the word, "baby."  Dunno, maybe the CDC can get by instead with the term, "thingamajig" when the perfectly good word "fetus" is banned by word censors of any political party.  Not the Trump White House's finest decision here.

The New Guy

CBS-TV's 60 Minutes presented a segment Sunday evening about Russian elections and the newest daredevil looking forward to an elective death match with Putin (it's a death match because people challenging Putin usually end up in a very bad way).

Yes, candidate Navalny's closet rattles with a few skeletons of his own (embracing fascism in the past, for one), but after what seems an eternity dominated by Putin and his grim associates, such as Medvedev, wouldn't a little change to something else be worth the gamble?  Aren't common Russian folk tired of eating the same old fart-infested political gruel, day after agonizing day?

Obviously, chances that aging dictator Putin will come out the winner loom high for various customary and unsettling reasons, but it's always nice to see somebody challenge a corrupt establishment despite risks.  Formidable risks.  And dude -- don't eat mysterious sandwiches until after the election.  Oh, and avoid gunfire, etc., etc.

Terror in New York City:  This time it's a 27-year-old man from Bangladesh, he having resided in Brooklyn for seven years.  Legally?  Illegally?  Didn't the world and its vaunted rock stars go all teary-eyed over helping Bangladesh years ago?  This is the thanks we get?

Here's where I stand.  Any time, every time a terrorist event occurs, of any magnitude whatsoever when it even suggests injury or death to others, any suspects captured must be tried immediately and if determined guilty sentenced to a quick death sentence.  Following execution, it should be known far and wide that disposal of the body or bodies will, in no way, be allowed a traditional Islamic burial.  Indeed, every effort must be made to assure that "carcass disposal" is accomplished in every possible and humiliating way contrary to Islamic tradition.

Why?  Because there's nothing like publicity to drive a point home, and if the message can make an impression on members of the Islamic garbage dump perhaps some of them will think twice about their eventual destiny if they choose the terror path.  Since reasoning doesn't work with this crew, our options otherwise are few to none.

CNN:   Wow, do you folks get anything right?  If you can't back up your Trump fantasies, why should anybody believe a word you broadcast?  Newspaper journalism is all but dead and the sound bite crowd doesn't care as long as a pleasing voice or pretty TV face delivers their daily dose of dog poop disguised as news.

Bits and Pieces for December 2017

Wintertime in the Northeastern USA is a delight -- if you're ten, and maybe 16 or 25.  I fall into none of those categories and, as a tip of the hat to my minimally returning Russian readers (former KGB, bread bakers, hackers, whomever) no, I don't think vacationing in Siberia would be my preference, either.

That said, please be aware that blog entries here may slow over the next two or three months because extreme temperatures and I don't function very well together -- and since scientists determined a few years ago that human brains temporarily shrink during winter, you're not likely to get any more coherence out of my thoughts than usual, probably less.  Pretty sad, huh?

Actually, (I hate sentences starting out with that word, yet look at me!), my mental stability may already be changing, as I discovered and find quite interesting some music and music videos by the artist known as Watsky.  His variety of music and I are about as far apart as two strangers can get, but occasionally even an observer of geezer status can appreciate the rare intellect expressed by a young artist.  Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow, this will all be a fantasy, and I'll retreat back to mellow vocalizations from Dean Martin, Peggy Lee, Barry Manilow and Cannibal Corpse.

But here we are, a typical December for me.   As customary, my files are crammed with stories about which I intended to comment, but simply did not have the time to do so as 2018 waited in the shadows to proclaim what's old is old again.

For instance, there's a medical news gem about stents not really doing much to control pain and discomfort suffered by cardiac patients, while other sources convincingly covered fabricated evidence designed to promote the UN's global warming agenda.  In London, acid attacks are on the increase, harpooning residents with fear about going outside any time of the day or night (we hasten to add that acid attacks to the face seem to be popular among the Islamic set -- not that London or its Muslim mayor would know anything about that, of course).

Meanwhile, in another obvious homage to United Nations lunatics who spend every waking moment devising plans to wield immense power and deprive individuals and their governing bodies of influence, warnings erupted about family pets -- dogs and cats especially -- contributing to climate change due to a meat diet.  It's been a very long time since I analyzed cat and dog farts for content, but. . .well, I never actually did that, but apparently if I had the results would be stunning.  What's the solution -- convince your cat that meatless, gluten-free rodents are the way to go?  Can your dog survive on protein shakes and bean burgers?

' course, when I think of dogs and cats I think of tapeworms, and wasn't it fascinating that doctors extracted a huge worm from a North Korean defector who endured a lead shower while escaping a few weeks ago?  Hardly surprising.  Some time ago, I mentioned working at an Air Force base back in the seventies whose hospital lab personnel maintained a mini-museum of specimen jars containing parasitic worms removed from foreign military personnel.  These were primarily pilot trainees from Iran and other nations seldom noted for exemplary medical care -- and apparently diets of horror.  North Korea seems to "take the cake" for bad food hiding under a cloud of mass starvation, if indeed food is the term, and that's one cake nobody should have to swallow.

During the summer, conservative champion Pat Buchanan clicked out a superb and memorable piece about why and how those on the political left are filled with extraordinary hatred, and a better case for who really are the haters and racists can hardly be made.  Visit the Net and look up Buchanan's June 16, 2017 article.

Unfortunately, many of the people who won't read Buchanan's piece are millennials, just determined via a Harvard poll to prefer Democrats two to one over Republicans.  A significant share of blame for the fact that the left still has an ability to hypnotize the ill-informed by way of its overwhelmingly leftist-dominated media goes to Republicans themselves, who whimper and retreat at the mere hint of a Democrat scolding.

We wonder if millennials and those coming after will know or care what's hit them if predictions of European Muslim populations tripling by 2050 prove accurate?

One thing we can take seriously from the United Nations is a dire warning that nature itself is likely to brew drug-resistant bacteria, helped along by toxins and other substances with which humans abundantly saturate the environment and ecosystem.  Hand in hand with this, consequences may already be reflected in another recent news report indicating that antibiotic resistance has already pointed toward a decrease in human life expectancy in terms of, not fractions of a day or week, but by years.  On the bright side:  If you hate your neighbors, maybe it's only a matter of time before you can kiss their asses goodbye.  Then again, on the not-so-bright side. . .

So long humans?  For elephants and other wildlife tortured under our very existence, that wouldn't be a bad deal.  Recent photos of bored youth and adults in India throwing burning balls of tar on elephants just to cause pain and watch them burn are a prime example of why we humans have overstayed our welcome.  A New York Times expose' about the illicit international trade in apes, acquired through beatings and drugs, is another eye-opener.  By the time we perfect artificial intelligence and AI goes on to perfect itself without our help, watch out!

Bloomberg released a very well-researched piece about the Nestle Company and other industries gaining access to community spring water and bottling it for sale at almost no cost whatsoever.  The deeper concern is whether water bottlers deplete forever the resources they extract, and this should certainly be a concern as the world approaches wars for access to clean water on a level similar to earlier wars for oil.  Humans continue to transform a beautiful planet into a toilet, and again we suggest babies are not cute anymore when we examine the total picture.

We note actress Pamela Anderson's comments that women in Hollywood and beyond shouldn't be surprised when they meet men in secluded settings for supposed job interviews and terrible things happen.  We predict Ms. Anderson will not be given a woman of the year award by the feminist community based upon this advice.

Then again, fear can work two ways.  How about the woman professor at the University of California who denounces traditional science, desiring instead to replace it with "a much needed anti-science, antiracist, feminist approach to knowledge. . ." etc., etc. To us, THAT's scarier than Harvey Weinstein in a hotel room.

Our favorite racists, the Southern Poverty Law Center, found time in August to proclaim three large U.S. Army bases willing bastions of the Confederacy because of their monuments and such memorabilia.  Is there possibly a Southern Poverty Psychiatry Center available to take a good close look at these alleged law folk who, according to some sources, have upper echelon leaders making a pretty good buck off this operation?

We assume the SPLC and others of a similar ilk support colleges and universities currently going bonkers over ridding male students of "toxic masculinity?"  Maybe feminist students and faculty incensed over the fact that men even exist at all should become more concerned about a future society dominated by AI in which here won't be many human jobs remaining.  The Guardian has been very clear about this future when AI superiority and job loss will cause quite a dilemma -- and, at long last, nobody can blame toxic masculinity on a robot.

By the way, we loved a story about a prominent geologist who viewed Al Gore's new climate disaster movie and was "appalled" -- no, not the way you think.  He was appalled at what a piece of crap Gore's way under-attended film turned out to be.

The Big Worry:  China's advancement in quantum computing vs. the U.S. which may need to catch up quickly, according to a report offered by McClatchy News.

Iraq appears rather energized about proclaiming the end of ISIS.  Trouble is, Iran has already made great studies into Iraq and other parts of the Middle East, so that's not exactly a paradise in the making.  At least not from a U.S. point of view.

Finally this:  We were much intrigued by a story a few months ago regarding how the human brain seems to actually eat itself if sleep-deprived.  That's an interesting hypothesis but, we ask, can this account for brain dysfunction and silliness in young people and professors who currently take themselves as seriously as death as they spend every WAKING moment attempting to conquer "toxic masculinity?"

We may or may not return before the end of the year, but until and unless, for now we wish our readers who celebrate the season a merry Christmas and a very pleasant new year.  I guess the rest of you are doomed -- but keep reading!

ABC-TV, Rat-ings, Brian Ross and the Premature Emasculation Gang

Back in the ancient seventies I wrote a brief article for one of Argosy magazine's Argosy UFO issues in which I compared UFO subject coverage among what were then the three major TV networks -- ABC, CBS and NBC.

Clearly, ABC's interesting and fair reporting won the day, and so it was until cable TV became popular and fostered an ever-altered grab bag of new networks and channels.

In recent years, by the time ABC got around to offering additional UFO "documentary" productions -- consisting essentially of a hack job hosted by Ju Ju Chang and then a rehashed version of Peter Jennings' earlier UFO special repackaged for David Muir -- it became more than obvious that the bus from Sucksville had arrived and unloaded little more than time-fillers in search of ratings at any cost.  Why?

Ratings.  Say it out loud. RATINGS.  Ra-tings.

No, make that rat-ings.  Rat-ings.  I like that one best because one can quickly find the rat in ratings.

Which brings us back to ABC.  And Brian Ross.  And rat-ings.

Brian Ross has a bit of a history on tipping events just a bit, just enough to make matters conservative or Republican appear suspicious or condemned by his own words.  Last week, he was wrong about Flynn and Trump, so wrong in fact that the stock market temporarily tanked and investors lost billions of dollars, we are told.  His profoundly error-drenched reporting did, however, seem to provide performance orgasms for some ladies on The View, who ate up and regurgitated Ross's words like starving rodents on a sinking ship, insistent upon proclaiming "told ya so" just before the final submersion. 

Televised excitement over a lie job.

Poor Brian Ross, instructed, once ABC execs apparently realized that leftist crap-grinding as usual wasn't going to fly this time, to go home without pay for four weeks.  Fired?  Hell no.  He's too valuable because "everybody" knows that Brian Ross exemplifies the highest of journalists' standards at ABC-TV.  In the industry.  Yes, a rare broadcast news icon indeed.

We are in hell.  Hell lives in TV news administered by the Big-Boy networks.  Hell and rat-ings tend to broadcast hand-in-hand these days.

Nevertheless, we see the left crumbling all over the country, with a preponderance of those accused of sex crimes inured with leftist values; politics, Hollywood, recording artists, the whole basket of Democrat deplorables (Hillary was right, except she labeled her basket incorrectly), the gang's all there.  To whom shall the Democrat faithful run as shadows run deep?  To black Lives Matter and other dedicated socialists with mayhem on their minds?  The fetid flower path masquerading as mere protest grows shorter.

As rat-ings and viewership for major TV network news divisions continue to plummet, one shouldn't be too quick to add the TV faces of Brian Ross (crimes against journalism), Dan Rather (the George W. Bush military service fiasco), Charlie Rose (wha. . .???) and Walter Cronkite (Vietnam and UFO reporting) to Mount Rushmore, because one really mustn't emulate emasculators disguised as journalists.  Truth is, I used to have lots of respect for all of these folks.  But that was a long time ago, before I fully realized how the game plays out.

General Michael Flynn:  Fine, let investigations proceed -- but don't we detect, along with all the hoopla, customary leftist hatred for anything or anybody related to the U.S. military?  We currently seem to have the FBI, the Dept. of Justice and Congress all fighting with one another, and we firmly hope that U.S. military readiness remains immune to cultures determined to take military resources down with the rest of the nation. 

A most significant event would occur if the Republicans could empty the government of a large percentage of upper echelon federal employees brought in during the Clinton and Obama administrations, many of whom probably do everything they can to defeat or hold hostage fragments of Trump's agenda for America.  Good luck with that.

Assessing the future:  What future?

Trump's Environment :  We aren't willing to swallow whole the Trump agenda, by the way.  We hope somewhere along the way he realizes that conservatives were also conservationists once, and they should grab that golden ring and hold it close again, particularly where newly open lands and wildlife may be in jeopardy.  For a Few Dollars More wasn't just the name of a Clint Eastwood spaghetti western -- it's also what some in the corporate would would sacrifice precious national resources to gain, we fear, as the President opens up land out West  (yes, we know Obama did the close-down deed before Trump just reversed it, but let's not now go "hog wild" in the flower bed, if you know what we mean).

Sound Injuries and Where Were My Russians?

More?  Yes, it seems that additional possible ultrasound/infrasound/something sound injuries of personnel associated with governments are turning up, far beyond Cuba this time.  A while back, I dropped an e-mail to the U.S. State Dept., encouraging them to check out my old speculative 1976 magazine article (see visual) regarding UFOs and human injuries, perhaps sometimes caused by sound waves.

No, we were NOT suggesting that UFOs are behind the trauma directed toward diplomats and others, but only that sound is flexible and capable of many uses in the modern world -- including, as military minds of the world well realize, weaponization of tragic potential.

Unfortunately, I neglected to maintain a calm head, once again oblivious to the fact that government agencies consider people like me part of the lunatic fringe, and there's no way a reasonable reply would float my way -- and it didn't.  Looks as though one has to be conventional to be mentionable.  Otherwise, out of sight, out of mind and off to the loony box goes one's e-mail.  Nevertheless, should sonics be involved with recent brain injuries, we suspect and predict the rattling encephalon gymnastics  will continue until and unless the mystery unravels.  What do we really think?  We really think that U.S. government scientists already know much more than we little folk are allowed to absorb.

Russians, Russians, where were my Russian readers?  Yes, I was increasingly curious that my rude comments (and likely the cartoon) regarding Putin of November 1 may have chased them all off. They had all disappeared by three or four days after some kind of sweeping process -- but a few have returned.  Where were you?  Why have you returned?  Where are the others (and their numbers were considerable)?  Are they busily hacking Equifax accounts and, if so, since mine is probably exposed out there, would they kindly procure some free bitcoin for me?  Shall I blame (1) Russian censors, (2) Google, which owns Blogger and may well have its own "politically correct" watchers, or (3) my government, or (4) the weather or "climate change" or (5) radioactive Russian mushrooms, which the French are apparently complaining about today?  And while we're on that subject, what the heck's up with that mysterious radioactive cloud thought to originate in Russia which may have, we suppose, caused reports of radioactive mushrooms? 

But I digress.  And it's a really, really good day to digress.  Anyway, welcome back Russians!  Welcome back, I presume, Vladimir Putin and Ed Snowden.   The more the merrier.

Goodbye Charlie and Goodbye Charlie

"I'm from Juvenile Hall.  I'm from the line of people nobody wants.  I'm from the street.  I'm from the alley.  Mainly I'm from solitary confinement."*

(*From journalist Steve Alexander's interview with Charles Manson, conducted decades ago, entitled "Tuesday's Child." The courts reportedly suspended Manson's telephone privileges shortly after Alexander's interview.)



Yeah, so I was about to start typing this entry and had settled upon Charlie Manson's demise, but then a TV news bulletin popped up and a voice announced that another Charlie, broadcaster Charlie Rose, had just been given the boot by both CBS-TV and PBS-TV after (at least) eight women came forward and charged him with abuse, one or more even alleging how he paraded around them nude!  Thank GOD Al Franken's first name isn't Charlie, I just don't have space for multiple perv Charlies today.  The very thought of an image of Rose cavorting naked before a surprised audience of even one is enough to send me off into the woods screaming, but I decided to calm myself and proceed with Plan A.

When Manson's "family" conducted its murderous invasions in 1969, I remained pretty much unaware of the carnage, for I was tucked into a Texas Air Force hospital during the day and usually ended up too tired to pay attention to the day's events as portrayed in the newspapers.

Years later, curious about Manson's lesser reputation as a song writer -- ultimately a reputation of no consequence whatsoever, though he might have had a doomed appearance on American Idol today -- I discovered there were LPs and CDs released by Awareness Records (entitled, "LIE") featuring, essentially, Manson's greatest singing/guitar hits. Of course, as I discovered upon procuring a CD, they overwhelmingly suck. 

We've mentioned these songs in previous years, adorned with titles such as:  Look at Your Game Girl, People Say I'm No Good, I'll Never Say Never to Always -- and my personal favorite title, Garbage Dump.  If Charlie, now dead at age 83, hadn't used his alleged Svengali attributes for pure evil, he'd have made a great John Waters film actor (which reminds me that an early Waters film displayed a wall carrying the message, "Free Tex Watson," an imprisoned Manson follower).

But how did an odd little sociopath, a devious nobody like Charles Manson, born of a prostitute, acquire the street smarts to exert such a defining, hypnotic hold over both women and men anxious to do his bidding?  Why would anybody hitch their wagon to such a man? 

Maybe for the same reasons that fawning crowds would pursue, say, a medical doctor who promises his flock that flashlight beams attract UFOs?

"Being crazy used to mean something," Manson once responded when ABC-TV's Diane Sawyer asked if he was crazy.  Replying that he was indeed crazy, he added somewhat wistfully, as if lamenting a special personal attribute  stolen away by society, "These days, everybody's crazy."

So now Charlie Manson, the enduring monster, is dead, his rep overshadowed by a mainstream media busily devoted instead to Hollywood and political sexual abuse allegations -- the kind of stuff the charming Manson Family would have chomped on for breakfast, spit out and forgotten about long before sunrise.

And speaking about people exerting a strange hold over us. . .just a few entries ago, I wrote with some encouragement about rock star Tom Delonge's new project in which he seemed to express a serious interest in finding out once and for all what UFOs are.  Today, I'm not so encouraged.  In an interview with Joe Rogan, reported via researcher Isaac Koi, UFO Chronicles (see link) and other sources, Delonge comes off sounding more like a member of the woo-woo, gee-whiz community, too easily led, than somebody scientifically rooted in facts.  We would love to be wrong about the future of his project, but voices more in touch with current UFO research information than I appear increasingly cautious.  This revelation has rattled me so much that I can't even remember what number Blink was.

Shoplifting in China:  Well, at first I was really burning about three UCLA basketball players who embarrassed the USA by allegedly stealing things from merchants in China.  But then the truth hit me harder than watching Al Franken grab a boob -- the Chinese have been "shoplifting" our technical information, military secrets and loads more of our "intellectual property" for decades, so we really don't care if future visitors find opportunities to rob these international thieves blind.  Case closed.

From Russia with Less:  Wow, what'up in Russia?  Barely a day or two after I mentioned how my Russian readership consistently surpasses that of all other countries, Russia's stat totals plunged.  Today, they're ALL gone, even a title listing for Russia.  This is most peculiar.  Where did you all go?  Who are you?  Are you all just Vladimir clicking on the site multiple times?  Or were you here only for the link list?  Were you all dispatched to Siberia, or is censorship going on from either my end or yours?

Anyway, could be that my Russian collusion has concluded.  I'll miss them!  Ah, the crickets of the night, what beautiful music they make.  However, I remain intrigued about this turn of events.

Hanged by the Accusations Until Dead

Let's start at a different place, unlike members of the drooling mainstream media, who can't seem to wallow about in the swine trough enough during this era of political and social witch hunts.

Let's start here:  Boys don't matter anymore.  Everything is about the girls now.  Watch the TV commercials, watch the TV shows.  Check out the local TV "news" shows.  Visually, it's overwhelmingly about the girls.  And the women.  Local news show increasingly drip with estrogen.

Estrogen good, testosterone bad. Very, very bad.

Girls excel in sports.  Women excel in business ventures and tend to populate government agencies more and more.  How about colleges and universities, where women inhabit academia as both professors and students -- and currently dwell high among the many for education as physicians?  "Human interest" stories and features focus, if not completely, at least from the start on female accomplishments.  Great -- but what happened to boys?  Must they suffer and disappear from public view because some men -- like some women -- live their lives as, to quote somebody very naughty indeed, a basket of deplorables?

I have spoken with women who feel the same and themselves ask, what happened to the boys?  They've frequently been swept under the carpet of invisibility, save for video of athletic events.  But science? Mathematics?  Scarce.  It's the girls portrayed with the biggest brains.  Boys and men, we should think, maneuver throughout their daily lives with few or no brains at all.

We are sympathetic toward the girls and women set upon by men who wield power via sexual demands, and we would express the same about men savaged by women with similar powers.  However, as a flood of accusations continue to rock both the entertainment and political world, often by alleged victims who said not a word for decades, we're seeing what looks increasingly like a case of "the more the merrier."  So what are we supposed to do?  Shall all males be saddled with a modern version of "The Scum Manifesto?"

I suspect a lot of this is whipped (no pun intended) up by the left, which apparently has little tolerance for either boys being boys or men exhibiting masculinity -- especially of the conservative Caucasian variety, if I may be so bold to suggest it -- and during this political season digging up alleged sexual improprieties just seems the thing to do, to ensnare male prey.  Where and when does it stop?  Does anybody on the street really care about unreported predatory events said to have occurred decades ago?  If so, why?

Such revelations appear to have been particularly of interest to the leftist media ever since Donald Trump, the consummate villain of the left, assumed Office.  Much of the current climate has grown from the carefully planted seeds of alleged sexual harassment, always a crowd pleaser for agitators with an agenda.  Is public hysteria the agenda this time around?  Why so many allegations suddenly coming to light?  Was Harvey Weinstein really the match that lit myriad fires?  Or is it circumstances of convenience?

Once again, I'm reminded of the motion picture, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, but this time the pods spread allegations.

We really wonder, though, if something went awry, because the left has ended up taking bigger bites out of their own people than from people on the right.  Yes, maybe Roy Moore should be Roy less, but the bulk of accusations are also falling upon Big Lib actors and comedians -- names everybody in the Democrat Party knows well.

Yet, despite the allegations, how does anybody believing victimization submit proof?  He said/she said doesn't hold up very well in court, and the apparent tendency not to report incidents for years, even decades, does not help.  Still, the court of public opinion -- when a sex-bloodthirsty public prefers emotion over provable facts -- chooses hysteria and pitchforks from the get-go.  As usual.  And then. . .

Everybody goes Taliban-ish:  We're always intrigued by the way some people "punish" others by destroying any memory of their existence.  Of course, we saw this with the ISIS folk when they destroyed a huge ancient statue of the Buddha, and whatever else they could get their knuckle-dragging hands on, in order to obliterate any and all remnants of religions other than "the religion of peace" according to radical Islam's standards.

Similarly, did we not have a "solid citizen" who bought up with intent to destroy all of (executed) sexual predator John Gacy's clown paintings?  One can talk about good or evil, but attempting to defeat one's personal devils by demolishing inanimate reminders of another seems a betrayal of history itself.  Why not keep such "mementos" as a perpetual reminder of what some people do -- of a human potential from which we only cower and whisper in our quest to think of ourselves as the best form of life on the planet? 

Trump's tax plans:  Highly-taxed states such as New York and California would do better to focus upon their own government representatives than to blame Trump for their own tax dilemma.  Year after year, these mostly Democrat-run kingdoms have perpetrated hefty tax raises in order to fund their idiot pet programs -- and now that the cost of stink-tuary cities is taking an economic toll, it's high time to place the blame on state governors and legislatures -- the same ones currently blaming the Trump administration for trying to do the right thing for all states.

New blood pressure standards:  Oh, please!  Now the American Heart Association, and no doubt progressive loonies and opportunists in the drug industry are hard at work making sure One Size Fits All by dictating new blood pressure numbers.  Now, 130/80 is considered high, and just wait until Big Pharma gets another infusion of money.  I'm not a doctor, and I don't play one on TV, but I did have enough contact with the medical field as an Air Force medical corpsman (or, as Obama would say, "corpse man") and afterwards to hold a lot of the conventional medical stuff in question.  When these blanket numerical figures come out, knowing how different each of us is medically, genetically, etc., I just want to scream.  Trouble is, somebody would be right in my face, offering me a no-more-scream pill or injection.  Let's do this:  Don't be such a pushover when somebody with medical credentials wows you with their brilliance and insists something is "for your own good."  You're the one who has to swallow it, get injected with it, be radiated by it or be chemically infiltrated with it.  Lawsuit fears?  Simple -- medical professionals should always be able to write "patient refuses" in patient notes and have the patient sign it -- though how this can work in an age where medical care is ruled by computer screens and not paper forms must be resolved.

The haze in hazing:  Once again, it's that time of year when college fraternity hazing episodes are in the news, and this time, if I have this right, two 19-year-old men drank themselves to death by either excess or to the degree of inability to handle stairways.  Yes, this is tragic -- but did anybody hold a gun to their heads in their quest to "belong" to an -- elite -- class of frat guys, all of whom obviously share the same disturbed brain function?  Who actually drank the booze?  Uh huh.  And now they are deceased and we grieve for the families.  But really -- 19?  Common sense used to be pret-t-t-t-t-t-ty well-established by age 19.  So now what?  So now this:  Everybody but the kitchen sink will be held responsible and sued out of their pants because somebody's darling sonny boy acted the moron along with morons of a similar collegiate age.  We say, let 'em have their fraternities, and instead of using Greek symbols and the like, just label them all The House of Darwin.

Democrats:  1.  They tell us what we must not do.   2.  They tell us what we must do.  That's about it for us, the sheep.  Yes, the GOP, too, but the left has it down perfectly in ways to shoot us up with misery as they simultaneously pretend to heal.

Why TV sucks:  I was flipping through the pathetic nonsense of daytime TV the other day and saw that The Young and the Restless soap still clings to life.  A good long look at the characters might entice one into suggesting they rename it The Old and the Rest Home.  Hmm, talk about truth in advertising vs. truth in televising. . .

Donna Brazile: Why Does the UNcaged Bird Sing?

Go get 'em, Donna Brazile, we might be inclined to shout.  She was fierce during her interview by George Stephanopoulis, who, no matter how hard I try to picture him otherwise, consistently reminds me of little more than a former feminine hygiene pad for the Clintons.  Anyway, G.S. aside, one feels her rage when Brazile announces her intent to tell disparaging Democrat stories, adding that anybody who doesn't like it "can go to hell."  Neither Hillary nor Obama come out smelling like roses in her book -- yet, surely she's up to something more in the long run, something more than pointing fingers.  Obviously, Brazile won't be invited to old-boy/old girl DNC beach parties anymore. 

Trouble is, as days go by she appears to soften and distance her tone a bit from the rage exhibited in her new book.  But never mind, the lady is definitely peeved.  Brazile, whatever alterations she makes in the days ahead, may have helped plant an acidic goodbye kiss on whatever Clintonian influence yet infests various segments of the political left.  Then again, even a jack-in-the-box generally pops back out sooner or later, no matter how rusted the spring or faded the colors.  If her rant also assists in pushing the Obamas back into the Marxist closet, never to be taken seriously again, that would be a miracle.  Still -- what the heck does Brazile plan for the future?  Vitriolic payback on the national stage is fine, but there's generally an after-party agenda floating about.

God wants you to shoot back:  A mass shooting at a church in Texas.  Prayer is nice, but the in-house ability to return fire answers some prayers and saves lives with more expediency.  Had my Air Force been in tune with its own regulations and provided disturbing details to a federal registry about the man it imprisoned and then kicked out, a violent psychopath may not have laid his hands on firearms equipped to satisfy the urges in his squirming brain.  Too late now. 

Churches and other gun-free zones seem to be excellent places for human hunting, and while the deluded blame the National Rifle Association -- whose members, by the way, have never engaged in a mass shooting -- for everything gun-evil, carnage will continue on the part of firearm-toting psychopaths and murderers.  It's just so easy. . .

Particularly when you pop antidepressant pills like candy.  A childhood friend of the deceased Texas gunman allegedly stated his parents made him take such medication as a kid.  Is popping illegal pills on the street any different than consuming the poisonous mind-blowing stuff prescribed nice and legally by people either impressed by their medical/pharmaceutical degrees or assisted into wealth by doing the bidding of chemical manufacturers?

I Collude with the Russians, I Guess

Breaking:  President Trump is absolutely right about our collapsed immigration system, and if Democrat voters -- especially those in New York City -- don't understand the trouble we're in, the only reachable conclusion is that they are either misinformed or dined excessively over the years on an abundance of their party's own destructive mind poison.  How long can safety be assured when law enforcement personnel spend their days consumed by the kind of stress we've never before encountered, perpetrated by a dangerously deluded parade of humans allowed to invade our country by both political parties?  I've continued with this at some length way below, but suffice it to say, I am appalled by NY City and state politicians who dust off and re-play the same old speeches time after time without implementing the necessary "politically incorrect" action. And leftist wussies need to face reality, not Hollywood-style political fantasies of their own making.  One more display of candles and teddy bears in a public square will not -- repeat, will not -- heal a damned thing.

There's more a few paragraphs down, but for now here's how I originally started out with today's entry:

My confession:  First of all, I have to get this out of the way.  Maybe you've read about Harvey Weinstein and Kevin Spacey, but as long as we're all into a grand tell-all about matters of sex, I can no longer hold back.  Here it is:  When I was about 10 years old, a dog humped my leg.  I might have enjoyed it.  It was pretty hot.

Now, on to equally serious matters, and it all comes down to Google statistics.  You see, when you blog away the best years of your life in order to commit to the screen words and ideas that most people with real lives could not care less about, there's a bonus:  We bloggers who use Google can call up a stats page and get some idea of how many readers check in and their countries of residence.

Truth seems to be, I have a far bigger number of readers from Russia than from any other country, including the USA (yeah, thanks a lot USA).  I thought, well, maybe this takes in Ukrainian readers, who might be more in tune with American ideas.  But nope, Ukraine is listed separately, and this blog attracts only a few readers monthly from that specific area.

So I'm left with a mystery.  Why so much interest from Russia?  Have they picked up on my unique brilliance and view me with considerable reverence, or have I been found out and Russians gaze upon my blog curiously because they discovered my intellectual finesse ranges somewhere between that endowed within a tadpole and the brain of a paramecium?

Could it be that gangs of Russian spies have infiltrated my readership, ever on the search for key words or nuclear secrets I might disclose unwittingly?  Actually, I don't want to burst that bubble, but as an Air Force medical corpsman stationed stateside during the Vietnam years, I wasn't exposed to a great deal of classified material.  None, actually.  But hey, if it's spies, keep on spying because I really could use the readership numbers.

Unfortunately, I'm more suspicious that my Russian folk might be predominantly of the hacker class.  Great.  I've already gone through this hacking stuff with Yahoo! and Equifax, so I can only assume my personal life information is an open book, a hacker's treasure chest.  What really infuriates me about these hackers is, they just take, take, take and never leave anything of value.  Not even a bitcoin.  Bastards.  Is that my entire Russian fandom?  Hackers?

Or are these merely, one hopes, stalwart, curious Russians themselves, faithful members of the blogosphere who stop in routinely just to find out wha's up?

In any case, having checked the Google stats, it seems undeniable:  I'm colluding in some way with Russia.  Thing is, I didn't know it right away because I thought everybody was talking about collodion.  As a teenager, I messed around a bit with theatrical makeup, and the substance collodion, appropriate as a wound dressing back then, also dried on the skin such that one could fashion realistic bodily scars of any size.  Well, just imagine how surprised I was to learn that frantic TV anchors weren't referencing collodion in the White House at all -- no, they were saying collusion.  Turns out that's a lot different than collodion.

The only other reason I can think of why so many Russians would be reading my blog is because a friend took a guided tour through Russia a few years ago, and upon her return gifted me with a Russian-style fur hat (I don't think the fur was real, but that's okay because I would rather have the beaver/bear/sloth/yeti go free) and a key ring attached to a gem sort of thingie, and I suppose it's within the realm of possibility that one of these gifts is embedded with a listening device, and the mere fact that I speak in its presence commands a legion of Russian spies to check my latest blog entry in case something of substance appears. 

All I can say is, keep reading Russians, don't stop.  It helps my numbers.  And if perchance somebody in Russia translates this blog entry for ol' Vlad, be sure to tell him I only said nice things about him.  Yes indeed, calling somebody a douche is a compliment in my country, and Vlad is the very essence of a douche.

Terror in New York City:  Once again, a bearded flea-ridden member of The Religion of Peace has mowed down, injured and murdered innocent people.  And what did the people of NY get from socialist mayor Bill DeBlasio and self-assumed presidential hopeful and megalomaniac governor Andrew Cuomo?  More hollow words, of course.  Remember -- these folks rank among the sanctuary city class, lovers of everything called immigrant.  And the murderous Islamic moron from Uzbekistan was surely a model immigrant with no red marks on his life.  Thing is, he was brought in under some government program that has the word diversity in it, the "Diversity Visa Lottery Program" or some such rot, meaning automatically that we basically had a good chance of welcoming a piece of human trash, and we did.  This rat-bastard, as seems to be the usual case, left behind a wife and some kids.  I'll bet she's something to behold -- totally innocent, of course.  Maybe they can live at Senator Chuck Schumer's or Obama's homes while her darling hubby languishes in prison until pardoned by some future progressive ass of a president.

But guess what?  This lottery program, sponsored by Sen. Schumer and late alcoholic and negligently homicidal Sen. Ted Kennedy was signed into existence by President George H.W. Bush.  So let's be sure to thank both Democrats and Republicans for the fruits of their immigration compassion, because immigrants chosen from the bottom of the international barrel are more inclined to breed children faster than flies can make fly specs before contributing anything remotely positive.  As we just observed in NY.  Again.

Censorship on the Internet:  Google (host of Blogger), Facebook and other entities seem so on the verge of censoring words and thoughts at times.  The question has come up -- are these actually public utilities, rather than simply social media outlets?  Will Congress propose legislation watering down our freedom of speech and blame it on terrorism Web sites?  The issue is complicated, but at some point the courageous among us absolutely must ascertain that the Internet remains free and open.  Too many global and domestic players wish to make it otherwise.  And have.

Our Execrable-tronic Media

The darkest clouds and the greatest storms -- when we're not talking about the weather -- organize when the U.S. news media come together to ignore, bury or substantially fine-tune stories to the liking of some political agenda.

We appreciate the New York Times making an issue of the DNC/Clinton/Obama/FBI  "dossier"scandal.   We also quake with wonder at a national give-away wherein 20 percent (take a little time to let that soak in -- TWENTY percent) of America's uranium was sold to Russia, allegedly resulting in millions of dollars going to the Clinton Foundation -- among others.  The "dossier" revelations were bad enough, but the uranium scandal mixed into this fetid pie would appear ammo enough for future indictments of some very prominent people, if allegations reach confirmatory rage stage.

The usual TV media coverage has been scant to nearly non-existent, probably with hopes for a quick six-feet-under burial.  But as we've learned from earthquaked graveyards and dogs with a remarkable sense of smell, it's sometimes hard to keep things buried.

ABC-TV, not surprisingly, as we've come to expect, allotted only a few seconds to the blockbuster dossier incident, a prime example of Big Progressive Democrat Media's dedication to keeping the whacked-out Democrat party and its politburo safe and sound, untouched by horrors always of its own making.

Yes, we now know that a conservative organization started the dossier ball rolling, but abandoned its efforts just in time for the Hillary Clinton/DNC folk to latch on and blast off.

But getting back to nuclear issues, a question:  If everything in the uranium scandal is as it is reported, right down to Hillary's incredible denials about knowing anything about it, does this make Bill and Hillary Clinton -- and friends -- the modern-day equivalent of Julius and Ethel Rosenberg?  And if so. . .well, you, dear reader, can finish the sentence.  And what of Eric Holder and the FBI?  The Obama Justice Dept?  Where does this put "old hand" special prosecutor Mueller, poised to name names Monday?

Few would know it by watching the ABC-NBC-CBS-CNN-fellow traveler accommodated and amalgamated electronic media, but our country, our way of life bask in dangers sufficiently under-reported every day as "news" is managed with all the expertise of members of the body politic swinging sledgehammers selectively in a slaughterhouse (I think I just wrote a follow-up to she sells seashells by the seashore. . .).

Things being what they are, it's amazing how sponsors continue signing on to support the daily electronic debauchery of what used to be called journalism.

Bits and Pieces for October, 2017

Question:  What sustains a rather substantially whacked-out segment of the Democrat Party?  Answer:  Marvels such as Florida Rep. Frederica Wilson, a Trump-hating, race-baiting activist who experienced a brilliant flash of glee while she described herself as a "rock star."  Democrats routinely offer nothing of non-socialist substance, but they sure gather like moths at the flame when the publicity wagon comes to town.  We hoped it wouldn't get any worse once Obama resurfaced before the TV cameras recently, but Ms. Wilson's fashion sense and trashy sorta-cowgirl head wear that neither mad hatters nor Roy Rogers' horse "Trigger" would have awarded a second glance takes the cake.  It took General Kelly's heartfelt comments to remind us that all of this was really about dead military heroes, not about an arrogant, cartoon-ish congressional representative who apparently cares more about getting a hat centered on her head as she scolds Trump and plays the race game than about tragedies of national security.  And no, we don't yet know what's up with our mission in Niger -- which seems to have begun under Obama's watch, it is alleged.  She wants --wha...? -- an apology from General Kelly?  He may have innocently misspoken about her role in a speech, but a pathetic, publicity seeking creature of her ilk isn't fit to lick one of the general's medals. 

Dog gone, doggone it:  According to CBS, a 15-year-old miniature pinscher brought to a veterinarian to be euthanized was discovered to be alive five months later.  What happened is, a veterinarian had allowed an employee to take the dog home to see about improving its health status.  What outrages me, if true, is that the dog's original owner discovered the dog still lived and breathed, but nevertheless had police retrieve the dog, which "seemed to be in good spirits when it was brought back in and there were no signs of neglect."  Say what?  So the owner was totally urinated off because her canine friend had another chance at life, and insisted that said euthanasia be carried out almost a half year later, even though "Caesar" was apparently comfy and thriving to some extent?  Something is very, very wrong here.

Speaking of just plain wrong, beware of former Federal Elections Commission chair Ann Ravel and a sympathetic, never-ending merry band of Democrat troublemakers who, like snakes which refuse to release their prey, are all on board with punishing online political content -- paid or unpaid -- considered "fake news."  The Washington Examiner of October 18 nicely lays out the threat posed by Ms. Ravel and her cohorts, all Democrats and all apparently wiling to go to any lengths to tackle, particularly, subjects involving the political right.  OF COURSE, the current springboard for essentially censoring Internet content revolves around the increasingly tiresome topic of Russian influence in the elections -- yet, from acorns mighty leftist oak trees grow, so one really needs to be aware and incensed about Ms. Ravel and her willing leftist accomplices in this matter.  Wow, it's amazing how certain folk consistently refuse to embrace the First Amendment and insist upon "improving" it in strange, self-serving ways.

George W. Bush attacks:  Oh good grief, is this the same former President who let Obama skate by for eight years without saying a blessed thing about that two-term evil?  Now he speaks out about Trump -- without actually naming him -- with no holds barred.  How courageous!  How news-making!  How. . .irrelevant?

The REAL hard Russian influence:  The icing on the cake of horror this month comes via October 17's New York Post article, a wrenching piece demonstrating how the Obama bunch knew very well that the Russians employed bribes, kickbacks and blatant extortion in a profoundly successful effort to gain access to U.S. atomic resources.  Despite the facts on its doorstep, the Obama administration approved a 2010 agreement that gave Moscow an astounding 20 percent of U.S. uranium.  The Clintons also profited from this deal, an aspect covered previously by author Peter Schweitzer and others.

Feudin' over gluten:  Everywhere one looks in grocery stores, the demon is gluten.  A small but significant percentage of Americans share celiac disease, prohibiting them from consuming gluten in any form.  The usual "if we can save just one" phenomenon took over long ago in a society which loves to panic, and far more foods than ever anticipated became "gluten-free," the pronouncement printed on multiple food products as if promising safety from a mad dog.  Even people who could not care less about and were unaffected by gluten sometimes found it difficult to locate customary food sources.  But. . .

Oopsie.  Now we learn that a scientist who provided the primary evidence of non-celiac gluten sensitivity has published a paper renouncing his own findings.  If you feel hammered by ad agencies' depictions of gluten as a demon from hell, you might want to check out the story of researcher Peter Gibson of Monash University in Australia, who reversed his position on a crucial segment of the gluten controversy.  Does this mean that some of us who cowered under the dining room table can exit and feel guilt-free about eating spaghetti again?

Oh Hell Yes They Did

Seems as though every time some person or group comes forward, promising to "do something" about UFOs, we ultimately get kicked in the. . .well, it's not a pleasant experience.  Disappointing, certainly.

Here we go again.  Except maybe this time we're starting out with brain power and talent assuredly bonded in the concept that yes, Virginia, there are UFOs, and scientific hardware must supplant bureaucracy, flippant denials, lunatics and word games conducted by the book.

Apparently and vastly under-reported was a momentous little affair which took place last Wednesday, October 11, when Blink 182 singer-turned-ardent- supporter of UFO studies Tom Delonge publicly joined with a few impressive individuals who have joined forces to investigate the science behind UFOs and other "exotic" technology.

Reporter George Knapp, among others, enlightened his audience with details of DeLonge's partnership with former government intelligence and national security personnel and others with a solid science background.

The greatest stunner here -- which, if we had a national media concerned about more than destroying Trump or making Harvey Weinstein a circus attraction -- is the revelation that the government never stopped investigating or maintaining a concern for UFOs, despite the heralded closing of Project Blue Book decades ago.

Among a series of shockers related by Knapp and other sources is a dramatic UFO encounter as recently as 2004 involving the USS Nimitz.

I won't rehash what can be read in other reports, but I recommend that you consult George Knapp's October 11 report from LasVegasNow.com or Nexstar Broadcasting, and a report may also be found at Earthfiles.com and, I'm confident, on a host of other sites which tend to report on such matters.  The mainstream press otherwise?  Forget it.  Pathetic.

"Taking a knee."  Aside from going through various athletic gyrations to transport a football from here to there, wouldn't it be great if those dropping to a knee during the National Anthem actually invented something useful for society?  Then again, not to be cruel, but if one is too unlooped to understand from basic instinct that getting your head slammed repeatedly on a playing field doesn't exactly fortify brain cells, I guess we shouldn't expect much more.  Not a fan.

Hollywood Democrats Stripped Naked

The lesson appears simple enough.  Harvey Weinstein is Hollywood and Hollywood is Harvey Weinstein -- and, for the most part, both represent the modern Democrat Party.  Excess, no apologies and place the blame on somebody else whenever you can.

These are the "entertainment" folk established as movers and shakers, content, entitled and screwing perceived enemies and potential sexual conquests in every way possible, night and day.

And these are Washington's major contributors to the Democrat Party.

But suddenly they are eating their own.  Some, anyway.

This is the industry churning out not only sex and violence in movies, TV shows and music as a matter of course, but also enraptured by its very own talents in producing slick digital images and CGI cartoons subliminally intended to re-educate kids and young adults of powerless intellect. 

Just harmless entertainment, backed up by the casting couch, rapes and drugs, all hidden with charm by the best attorneys and PR firms money and other amenities can buy.

Hollywood thinks it is Washington, D.C., and have no doubt that some of its most famous "stars" and executives sincerely believe it is their right and obligation to supplant members of Congress and other legislators.  Maybe they can't do it with words, but they surely can with monetary contributions.

The more I observe the Hollywood crowd -- which I used to admire and respect to some degree -- wearing its true face, the better President Donald Trump's agenda looks.  Wow. 

Hollywood has its "Walk of Stars" and Washington has its celebrity "Walk of Swamp," and this is certainly a swamp Trump and legislators of integrity can drain merely by ignoring the pampered Democrat crybaby infestations of Tinsel Town, home of so much talent, so many drugs, so much sex, and so little time.  Run, Harveys of Hollywood, run!

Today's Compulsion

Just as criminal killers feel compelled to murder by forces erupting within their own minds, so it seems that our friends on the left are perpetually influenced by squirming brain tissue, causing them to obsess with controlling everybody's life by legislating away our rights, as they must, and we become like zombies, doing their bidding. 

"Obamacare" comes to mind -- the voluminous document which, rather than being written overnight, had actually hung around, rotted and grew like a cancer with the decades, while Democrats patiently waited for their chance to pounce and inflict this diseased entity known as the Affordable Care Act upon the nation's unsuspecting.

The left's other darling is "gun control," whatever that is deemed to be, and it was certainly no surprise that the same, predictable voices shouted out those words almost before the gun smoke cleared in Las Vegas.  The politically ambitious were on board, right along with the usual stupid Hollywood celebrities who actually believe their employment as script-memorizing, robotic zombie puppets -- whose strings are pulled by directors and myriad forces dominating their lives -- qualifies them as national mentors and constitutional experts.  Which leads me to late-night TV tear-shedder/political helper/occasional comedian Jimmy Kimmel, but why go there?  When one comes right down to it, the most notable thing about him might be his having two consecutive "m" characters in both his first and last name, but maybe I'm missing something.

Good grief, if it's not Harris and Klebold, cat beheaders, deceptively young and friendly folk and other crazies doing the murderous honors, now it's the grandpa geezer class in Las Vegas.  What's to be done?  Nothing's to be done.  As society continues to become peculiarly unraveled, we may be on our way to becoming what we once were.  Wouldn't that be priceless -- reversion as the wave of the future?

Same old story with the Democrats:  Never let a good crisis go to waste.  Now they want to legislate more, for the sake of saying they did something.  And they DO do something -- every time some horrible incident happens, they are first in line to take away a little more and tell us what we can't have.

San Juan's mayor and her baggage:  I guess it's beyond irrelevant that American taxpayers now have to pay to rebuild a territory whose officials could never be bothered to implement at least a sound infrastructure, choosing instead to drive Puerto Rico into pre-hurricane bankruptcy through corruption and graft. 

Adding to the fun is the mayor of San Juan, indicting Trump from the start for his invisible lack of response immediately following the catastrophe of all catastrophes.  As Kerry Picket of The Daily Caller (9/30/2017) reminded readers, vocal Trump critic and San Juan Mayor Carmen Yulin Cruz previously praised FALN terrorist leader Oscar Lopez Rivera.  FALN was a Puerto Rican separatist group which conducted more than 100 bombings in the U.S. during the seventies and eighties, and in 1975 four people were killed when a FALN-created explosion occurred in NY City.  Three NYPD police officers received serious injuries as a result of several bombings on New Year's Eve in 1982.

Apparently the darling of mayor Yulin Cruz, Rivera -- whose sentence was commuted last January by former President Obama, who rarely seems to have seen a criminal he didn't believe should be unleashed and released upon the American population -- was originally sentenced to 35 years in prison.  Don't think that the good mayor didn't give a shout-out to Obama when this particular deed was accomplished.

Isn't it just amazing how every city, every state and, apparently, every U.S. territory touched by the popularity of leftist politics turns into a disaster?  Truth is, Puerto Rico, bankrupt and corrupt to the hilt, was flattened long before two hurricanes knocked on the door.  Hurricane no. 3, just becoming visible over the horizon, arrives as a storm of opportunity, predicted to devastate American taxpayers' wallets.

The question:  Into what form will island officials, comfortable with their privileged past, allow Puerto Rico to be rebuilt?

Eternity's Limits

Remember (some of you) going to church as a kid and getting a clear message pounded into your heads that someday we'll all meet again in the afterlife?  Well, apparently we don't need to wait that long, at least not in Puerto Rico, where we're informed that devastating hurricane floods have unearthed a buttload of coffins from floating cemeteries.

Seems to me this is far worse than, oh, say, trying to keep your lunch down after a bad shrimp taco, and even worse than taking a vacation cruise on an ocean liner called The Petri Dish of the Sea.

The pop-up coffin thing is hardly new. Instances are well-documented here in the states and almost any place where we bury things we expect never to deal with again.  All one really needs is a flood to demonstrate that what happens in the ground doesn't necessarily stay underground.

We've focused almost incessantly of late about too many people in the world, yet failing to properly take into account that "people" also include the dead, and when one adds up the totals of the living walking above ground and departed folk taking up space underneath in wooden or metal caskets often secured within additional receptacles, numbers must be staggering.

Yes, world religions entertain built-in reasons why the dead must be buried in certain ways to assure eternal rest, directions to paradise or some distant day when a wake-up call from the skies raises dead bodies essentially placed on "hold" for centuries.

Plans can go horribly awry, however, when dead folk refuse to stay buried during natural disasters and their special, timeless boxes of blessed repose rocket to the surface like jacks-in-the-box.  "Hello again, hello. . ." goes an old Neil Diamond song, though he obviously wasn't referencing floating coffins at a flood parade.

The science professor teaching a college course I took one summer loathed the very idea of burials in a box, believing instead that if we're indeed going to be planted in the ground, let's do it as nature intended and not cheat Mother Earth out of reclaiming her bounty.  Notice how the lucrative funeral industry sometimes portrays such practices as akin to savage rituals?

The point is, floods and other disasters aren't going away, but each day brings an abundance of human deaths as well as, in my wretched opinion, copious amounts of the living promised from birth only to expire eventually and add to the merriment of joining the six-feet-under club.  When you think about it, this is kind of nuts.

As a species who won't stop over-populating above ground and cares even less about stuffing, to be blunt, our endless train of boxed-up carcasses into beautiful pieces of land on a planet devoid of eternal storage guarantees, will we edge ever closer to sharing our back yards with both flood cars and unsightly flood coffins and their hoary occupants, all dressed up with no place to go?

We turn the handle on a colorfully appealing metal box and the musical tunes play until, suddenly, the top flips open, something jumps out and unseen voices sing, "POP goes the weasel!"

Hugh Hefner Exits:  Say what you will, but that one little instance of scientists and others brought together decades ago for a panel discussion regarding the UFO subject was a Playboy classic -- proving  yes, there really are people who actually read the articles and didn't just slobber over  pictures and centerfolds.