Great, Now Tell Us Something that We DON'T know

 

By now, probably anybody among everybody interested in UFOs has seen the unclassified and apparently leaked photo of a strange object said to be taken by a military F-18 pilot's cell phone in 2018, and assuming it is genuine (apparently, this remarkably clear color picture has been passed all over U.S. intelligence channels like snowflakes on a windy day) this is indeed a unique chapter in "disclosure," intended or not.  Revealed on December 3 by Tim McMillan for TheDebrief.org, the photo potentially represents quite a weird moment in time. We offer the photo, supposedly originated in 2018, and a close-up of the object here for your viewing pleasure, should you not have observed it elsewhere.  This event is reported to have been occurred somewhere off the East Coast of the U.S.

A magnified view may be found at the bottom because that's where Blogspot put it despite my attempts otherwise.

Should this be what it appears, and there are lots of opinions to the contrary, we simply ask -- are we really surprised?  Was anyone following the UFO subject for a few years overwhelmed by the (possibly) very sight of what we've hollered ourselves hoarse over, even in the face of ridicule and extreme name-calling?  Crackpot. . .whack job. . .basket case. . .flim-flam. . .etc., etc.

We have photos and we have videos of unusual things that go bright in the night, in the air, under the sea and upon the land. 

Unfortunately, a significant segment does not care because they would rather focus upon Covid, professional sports, questionable elections (oh boy. . .) and politicians about to make America a dictatorship with United Nations approval.  Many would prefer to worship Google, Facebook and the rest of the Internet's erasers of history and censors of comment than to look at what's right in front of them.

With apparent heightened government/military interest spilling over within public reach, we feel somewhat vindicated in our long-held opinion that the military intelligence sector doesn't know much more about the identity or function of these bizarre intruders than we do.  The Pentagon now admits as much, now that warnings have been issued among military personnel that we may indeed be witnessing somebody else's -- alien intelligence -- activity in our skies, water -- and, we presume, land areas.

Maybe this is just the teaser.  What might government officials eventually intimate about alleged UFO abductions?  Or, say. . .cattle (and other) mutilations of high strangeness?  And what other terrifying quirks might one discover beyond these intrusions into our so-called normal existence? 

I don't know if this is a legit UFO or not.  But I suspect in general what I have long suspected: That government folk who have admittedly held closed-door sessions at the highest levels with members of Congress know damned well that there really is a monster under the bed.

Referencing our link list -- Because the Drudge Report seems to be taking a peculiar dive to the political left, we hoped to find a site more balanced for the right.  We found the delightfully troubling Spinquark, offering daily headlines and links aplenty, which may be accessed in our link list on this page.

'Twasn't the Raven that Came-a-Tapping on the Window

The Visitor

 A Christmas story or something out of Poe?  Sorry, no.  Perhaps it's something a tad paranormal, or more likely a mere avian performance.

A few entries ago, I mentioned the death of my sister earlier in the year.
The follow-up turned out to involve over a dozen trips by myself and other family members to her rural (that is, "in the sticks") home in a nearby state, where we executed the usual duties of cleaning out the house and making things look a little better for the new owners who bought the property.

As we removed the final assortment of clutter, preparing to lock the door for the last time and depart, I walked into the living room where my sister had died with the assistance of Hospice months ago -- checking one more time -- and my attention was suddenly beckoned to a large window on this breezy fall afternoon.

Sharing his efforts between the branches of a tree on which he perched off and on and the air in which he flapped about, pecking repeatedly at the glass, was a beautiful male cardinal, his reds and blacks amply displayed on his chubby, feathered bird body.

I called out to other family members, and one snapped a few photos (one is displayed here) as the bird seemingly attempted to enter the house, frustrated in its imminent failure.  Never had we witnessed this bird and his obvious desperation to gain entry -- or, some would suggest, to deliver a message.  This behavior continued for several minutes, and even when interrupted by a brief fly-away, the mysterious visitor returned, again determined to peck its way to some unrealized conclusion.

Adding to the strangeness, my sister's favorite color had been red, everything red.  She displayed red hummingbird feeders to attract what was generally a flock of h-birds every summer.  How she would have enjoyed this colorful visit.

Yes, one may go to the Internet and discover that a cardinal can represent an angel, or can bring to mind other identities of folklore.  Was this a farewell message for us at the house where both my sister and her husband had died, a house they constructed by themselves years ago?  Had the cardinal thought it detected a food or shelter source, perhaps played tricks upon by external window reflections? Or was it something beyond explanation?

At last, the red and black winged visitor from the forested neighborhood or elsewhere took leave.  

Puzzled, yet feeling honored and affected in some way, we left the house to its unaccustomed loneliness, the door's lock clicking securely as I withdrew the key for the last time.  Oh yes, I had taken great care not to slam the door hard.  Just in case.