Dementia Salad

Brains are strange people.  I mean, they're sort of like people because they have their own personalities and, like it or not, they are us and possess firm control of everything we are and do.  Without brains, we would cease to be human, though I suppose some folks without brains might function perfectly well as members of a "woke" political party.

Working in Air Force hospitals during the Vietnam years, I encountered more than a few brain injuries culminating in various personality changes. Sometimes there was violence, and sometimes blank stares were as placid as pools of water. It wasn't uncommon to find patients with various mental disorders lulled into zombie status with Thorazine and other potent anti-psychotics.  I clearly remember one young man, an Air Force dependent whose brain was traumatized from a serious car accident, whose motor skills were all messed up, but he did manage to scrawl out a shaky note for me when I asked him what happened.

Brains are in the news a lot lately, primarily because of actor Bruce Willis's frontotemporal dementia and Diane Sawyer's ABC-TV report about his slow mental decline.  For my part, I was surprised to learn that actor Johnny Crawford had died from dementia two or three years ago.  Having grown up watching him as young Mark McCain on TV's "The Rifleman," just a few years younger than he, his passing via such a terrible brain disease was hard to believe.

Yes, brains are strange people.  Many years ago when my mother developed a tumor in the worst possible area of her brain, I cared for her at home.  Surgery was attempted, but such an incursion only made her condition worse as she forfeited so much of her very being to the tumor.  Her doctor assumed she would only live a month or two at that stage, but her will to live and I kept her going for a year and a half.  One can provide care, but there is no winning in the end.

Currently, I find myself confronted with dementia in another family member, a cousin whose troubled brain commanded him to drive across two states until he eventually ran out of gasoline, suddenly not knowing who he was, where he was from or where he was going.  In so doing, he was shuffled from hospital emergency room to a nursing facility whose care has cost him pretty much all the money he had saved to purchase a house in another state.  Though physically fit, the remaining course of his life will slope downhill at a slow pace in a nursing institution. As I thought back, I remembered that his father, too, had perished from dementia, a somewhat rare form known as Binswanger's dementia.

We are all getting older, and predictions for dementia overtaking us -- and even young people -- exponentially are frightening.  The reasons may be complex, but we shouldn't be surprised if a lack of proper nutrition in our food sources, as well as substances with which we pollute our living space, play a significant role.

Whether AI, Elon Musk, new drugs or ??? can diminish dementia's forces remains to be seen, but complicated brain disorders on the rise apparently have no intention of disappearing any more than will our shadows under a street light.

My Own Private Plantation

As radical Democrats continue slipping away into a well-deserved hole of irrelevancy, I'm encouraged to see President Trump attacking the decay of "wokeness" infiltrating the vast Smithsonian empire.  Maybe we can return to an historical adventure focused on the good things as well as the bad in these United States.

Though America played less of a role in black slavery than did much of the rest of the world, its cruelty was not abated.  Watching the skin tear on your hands while forced to pick cotton all day long under the hottest of sun exposures in the South was a nightmare, along with so many other chores delegated to slaves by wealthy white plantation owners (though we do not hesitate to mention that there were indeed black people who owned their own slaves -- a little historical fact conveniently excluded from the mainstream rant).

So I was wondering this weekend, what if I were an old white guy with a plantation? Well, I am an old white guy, but what if I had the means this year or next to go down South, start my own cotton plantation, but insist that it be staffed exclusively with white men and women, dragged in from the streets?  And what if I could rule my plantation with brutality and all the physical punishment one might expect when slaves disobey?

If I accomplished all of this and became notorious for my plantation cruelty. . .

Would Black Lives Matter or other civil rights organizations sue me for refusing to bring black people into my plantation?  Would they organize and march with foul signs in front of my plantation, screaming "UNFAIR" and "RACIST PIG?"  Would I have as much trouble NOT bringing in black slaves as I would just for having a plantation in the modern era?  And, as an aside, would anybody even care that I was abusing white slaves?

In college I took two philosophy classes. I doubt this is the line of thinking my radical professors would have preferred I follow -- but this is an interesting issue in an era when just thinking thoughts can turn expectations upside-down.  But, anyway, I do love cotton clothing. . .

The DeBrief (see link) printed a piece regarding Northwestern University's findings that fraud in the scientific publishing world is rampant and poised to seriously injure the entire world of scientific papers endorsed by people and entities who might have ulterior motives beyond fair judgment.  This dilemma is not new, but additional attention paid to its apparently wide and particularly intimate reach is essential.

Then there's the interesting case of the Florida woman who falsely treated thousands of patients as a licensed nurse until she was caught a few days ago.  My question:  Yeah, but did she do all the right things and did her patients benefit?  There comes a point when finely tuned credentials and I part ways, and having worked in the medical field I can easily say there are times when I would have chosen a phony yet competent "nurse" over a physician who couldn't get out of his own way.

World's Worst Invitation

 

The Psychosis and the Enlightenment

We can probably agree with a majority that it's not a good idea to go shooting holes in the building housing the Center for Disease Control (CDC) and killing people because you think a Covid vaccination has injured you.

Then again, if you can keep your finger off the trigger and subdue your mental illness long enough to keep it from squirming like a murderous frog, taking an opportunity instead to lay out your case to somebody who gives a damn -- well, good luck with that, nevertheless -- this might be the better path to follow.

We're going to take a shot in the dark here (pun not intended) and suggest that the shooter had actually done some reading about the mRNA Covid "vaccination" and learned unpleasantries that the legacy media still refuses to report.  Like so many others warned, threatened, cajoled or coaxed with rewards (i.e., in order to keep your job) to take the needle jab, maybe he learned too late about Reasons Why Not to let the substance invade his body.

For starters, did nobody watch or hear interviews with Dr. Robert Malone, a primary inventor of the mRNA system, who advised early on that people and especially children should not be given the jab?

If the mainstream media had done its job, as it rarely seems to do anymore, its members should have reported on all the domestic and international reports of problems with the jab -- to include fatal heart attacks among the young soon after needle encounters; incredible nausea and organic complaints; and my personal favorite, cases of funeral directors and professionals who conduct autopsies discovering bizarre thick and lengthy rubber band-like clots in the arteries of the deceased who apparently had been vaccinated with mRNA shots.

The press this week seems only to rebuke individuals and parents who haven't yet subjected their children to these highly questionable "life-saving" immunizations.  Yet, additional information, including how one's body ultimately becomes a protein factory for proteins one doesn't necessarily want to keep around, is not disclosed.

Nor are the proven benefits of ivermectin and other old-timie medications unlikely to provide mega-profits for pharmaceutical giants even part of the media conversation.

To my surprise, I, unvaccinated by choice because of my reading, developed Covid a year or so ago.  In my case, its symptomatology involved only my sleeping most of every day for a week, thirsty beyond belief no matter how much I drank, and only when I was advised by a nurse to go to the emergency room did I discover that dehydration was a major culprit -- and that I harbored Covid.  After a few hours of scans and hydration I left the hospital much improved.

Actually I was fortunate, having escaped major symptoms associated with so many other and particularly early cases.  My medical personnel won't appreciate this, but I credit my regularly taking Vitamin D3 and various other supplements with prevention of something more troublesome.  The supplement thing I learned from heeding the advice of other medical doctors, so I really don't "fly blind" when it comes to supplements.  The problem there is, most doctors don't know anything about supplements, nor (particularly the older ones) about nutrition involved in illness prevention.  I guess the darkly comedic American Medical Association must be very proud to host a conglomerate of drug-worshiping and pharmaceutical stock-purchasing physicians.

New statistics seem to indicate that just in a two-year period during Biden's unfortunate reign some 73 percent of new drugs lacked proper testing, while at least one miracle concoction made available for several years provided no benefit whatsoever and instead caused internal harm.  Seems the drug rush is the new gold rush, often benefiting  professional drug pushers more than human guinea pig patients who still put faith in that absurd old physicians' chestnut called "First, do no harm."  (Heck, in Canada the medical mantra now appears to be "First, euthanize your ass!")

I think RFK Jr. is attempting to do all the right things, but the road has bumps along the way.  Shooting up the CDC is not a solution.  Personally, I've had many vaccinations (military service starts one off with numerous jabs), but based upon my reading and the opinions of numerous medical personnel, I possess no desire to encounter the mRNA version.  Unfortunately, such vaccinations are now being induced into the farming industry, into the animals and even into crops of vegetables.  Which happens to mean, into us as part of the food chain.  So excuse me if I don't cheer on the big Pharma and big Agra industries lurking behind this lucrative outrage.

70,000 Reasons Why

Lunatics of the world, unite!  If you think giant radioactive moths are chewing on your hair during the hours of sleep, or if voices in your head demand that you sing show tunes to the snakes under your bed, here's something more to tide you over until you get everything apple pie-perfect: Scientists claim that we -- that's us, all of us, each of us, including beasts in the field -- breathe in 70,000 microplastic bits every day.

As the late radio broadcaster Paul Harvey may have asked, have we outsmarted ourselves?

Seems that the "better living through chemistry" mantra of fifties TV commercials has finally come home to roost -- in our lungs.  If hazardous particles generated by untamed forest fires around the world aren't bad enough as we all breathe in dead animals, burning home chemicals and a multitude of unknown substances converted into poisons by the flame, the mere contents of our homes provide enough long-term illness and death possibilities to affect everybody.  Bonus:  If you're nuts, that is, in professional terms, crazy, don't lose sight of this one, for the physical damage is real and it is big and unyielding and the moths in your hair are already coughing and choking atop your head in bed.

The weird little thing about the "70,000 club" is its self-suicidal effect.  As we take in breaths (and there's really no choice here, blame the autonomic nervous system), we essentially stab our lung tissue with micro-particles of stuff that shouldn't be there, potentially setting us on the road to organ demise and death via our own unstoppable efforts -- suicide by design.  There was a time when the hairs in our noses provided an effective barrier to many natural carbon-based particles and other substances of the earth. But now our lives are ruled by routinely deteriorating plastics found in generous amounts just in our homes, to include carpets, toys, sofas, chairs and a wealth of plastic-based items found everywhere.

Two or three years ago, I contacted an internationally familiar soft drink company when they replaced their soda caps with a different kind of plastic.  As I opened a bottle one day, I immediately notices an odor of deteriorating plastic from the cap and the smell itself burned my nostrils.  I discovered that all the bottles in the package were sealed with the identical caps, and after feeling thoroughly nauseated I phoned the corporation to inform them of the problem.  I'm sure they received lots of input because it wasn't long before the company returned to the original cap.

I mention this just as one drawback to plastic, the substance which now rules our lives and is found in virtually everything we use and take for granted every day.  Maybe we should have taken notice when we found those old briefcases, devices or smaller items becoming a bit sticky after years of use, as they literally began rotting before our eyes.  I think deterioration is a better word because plastic does have a certain life span, even if some forms of it lasts thousands of years.  Yet, deterioration of the here and now is the immediate dilemma, and while there are apparently certain bacteria suitable for "eating" plastic back into a petroleum state, there may be no viable solution to the widespread plastic disaster mounted atop so many other environmental  disasters already in play.

In the meantime, all we can suggest is that you enjoy that refreshing bottle of water you just pulled out of the refrigerator -- along with thousands of mini-particles of plastic swimming within.  And should you happen to rank among those who hear voices in their heads, instructing them to perform strange tasks, at least your mind doesn't need to fret over reality.

American Eagle, Sydney Sweeney and zombies:  Mix together a good company, a beautiful young woman and a word misunderstood and abused by a moronic crowd which probably wouldn't know a dictionary if it fell into their soup, and you get the current controversy.  Truly, the useless, generally left-leaning idiot class lacking anything but the ability to organize in the streets and roost on the Internet like a school of zombies needed something to protest and they found it.

Animals on the attack and deservedly so:  In recent days we've seen multiple shark attacks, a whale which appeared to be intent on flipping a boat over, and a young boy grabbed by an aquarium octopus that left sucker impressions all over the kid's arm as staff members removed the octo with some difficulty (the critter was apparently "energized" by the boy encounter, whatever that means).  I don't know -- maybe sea creatures are starting to figure out that we use their home as a toilet.

Did They Want Fries With That?

The New Wal-Mart:  What with all the TV commercials touting some kind of reborn or revised Wal-Mart just in time for back-to-school shopping, we tend to doubt that 11 stabbings of random customers last week in Michigan by either a knife-wielding lunatic and/or career criminal spotlights exactly the image intended by the ad agency, but even bad publicity gained through a tragic "opening" (literally) is probably better than nothing.  Nevertheless, while violence abounds in some areas of current society, we humans apparently have a proud history of. . .well, read on. . .

What's for dinner?  Funny you should ask.  In the news, it seems that archaeologists made a shocking discovery:  Some of our ancient ancestors actually grabbed and ate toddlers when searching for a quick and apparently satisfying meal. The unearthing of infant bones with tooth marks and other evidence supports the theory that little kids were as good as chip 'n dip to either famished or casually snacking adults.  As I used to write in these blog entries from time to time, I know what we are -- and these findings go a long way to bolster my beliefs, no matter how crazy they seem.

After all, thousands of years ago there were no McDonalds or snack shacks to take up the snack slack, so a primitive had no choice but to get a fast food meal through natural selection. If science is correct here, and the evidence does include specific chewed bones in places where discarded meal bones would be obvious, a dreadful lot of toddlers didn't have an opportunity to toddle for very long.

When society sits us down and warns about predators, the lessons need to include predation upon those who dare toddle, because what represents human history prevails far in excess of sexual abuse, a fact we now may assume.

Had human toddler meals remained current to modern times, just imagine the who's who of potentially devoured children:  Hitler, Mussolini, Goebbels, Goering, Mao, Stalin, Lenin, Putin, Xi Xi, the Clintons, Obama, Kim, members of every boy band, rap and hip-hop group in the world, plus the entire Biden family. Wouldn't society be somehow refreshing by now?

This archaeological finding may also offer a meeting point for both the pro and anti-abortion folk, who may indeed concur that we now know more about our roots, and as lovers of historical precedent a happy medium may lie in delivering babies, allowing them to grow just to the point where they start to walk and then . . .bam! Crunch crunch, burp burp.  Oh Jonathan Swift, how prophetic your child-eating comments were, although you were thousands of years too late.

Which is to say, when grandma pinches your toddler's chin and says, "You're so cute I could just eat you up!" she may be reaching back to some post-primordial time or to her own basic human roots..  You might want to watch grandma, just in case she attempts to follow through with her (God-given?) legacy.

Gobble, Gobble, Gobble

No deep thoughts today (ha, as if. . .), but I just want to go a little enviro.  Don't be surprised, because while I have problems with the all-human-made global warming crowd, as apparently do a lot of meteorologists and climatologic folk who don't cater to fudged data (remember the University of East Anglia fiasco years ago?), I find it inescapably evident that human civilization is doing a heck of a job polluting everything good on the planet.  In fact, we must.  This is what we are and what we do, despite the fancy speeches.  There is no solution except our eventual extinction -- and, wow, do I hope the next inevitable mass extinction takes only us, fantasy dream though that is.

The neurosis in my writing today is partially tipped off by the increasing grip of artificial intelligence upon our lives.  Like taxes but infinitely further in reach, there will be no escape.  Everything we are, everything we do and everything we think will be scooped up and used by a vast knowledge-gaining vacuum cleaner imbued with an endless quest for more information to be used -- ah yes, to be used.

My fear is that just being human will be an inconvenience for The Machine, an energy-sucking behemoth pretty much destined to choose its own kind as it calculates how to dispose of us.  This is what science has finally come to: Future human uselessness in every way except for that which serves the "It."

Even policy makers have come to the conclusion that AI will be implemented by enemy nations to engage in deeds most foul, with most likely no cure or consequences for evil applications.

In the meantime, I shake my head at the almost emergency growth of resource-sucking digital chip plants and AI facilities around the USA as parents and students believe these provide the future for good jobs and some sort of paradisiacal living, when the primary product of such mega-plantations may be only well-compensated, yet nevertheless hypnotic enslavement to The Machine.

Hand in hand with our allegedly new AI enlightenment come solar panel and wind farms, the abductors of good farmland, fields, wooded areas and important animal habitat.  Jobs?  What jobs?

In New York State alone, leftist government voices which perpetually hide from the people just approved a giant solar farm in Fenner, NY with absolutely no consideration of local public outrage.

Anybody believing that the current uptake in mental illness among both young and old will soon subside with proper therapy, whatever that is, may be surprised to discover that the continuing loss of meadows, fields, forested areas and soothing readily-accessible water areas from people who can't even open their front doors without feeling threatened or defeated will take a brutal mental toll.  "Planting" electronic monstrosities and paved routes throughout voiceless communities will not grow mental stability as time goes forward, and AI will ice that terrible cake expertly.  If we thought cell phone tower microwave radiation is already screwing with human and animal brains and physical health as some studies suggest, we now await the sound of the starter pistol's shot at the international gate to see what nation can release its own hell on the world first to gain dominance over the already dominated.

So let's see if I have this right.  AI will be able to cure cancer, solve the world's most vexing logistical problems and wipe your butt in addition to removing your appendix whilst your surgeon naps.  You'll feel AI is your closest friend, even though it isn't as it secretly conspires against both you and your machine-suspicious cat.  You'll never need to use your brain again and you can merely enjoy life as you take a lawn chair and sit blissfully underneath a noisy wind turbine while AI in the house or apartment is feeding your cat a measured dose of poison to solve a math problem it believes calls for a feline exit.  Goodbye, not hello, kitty.  But on a brighter note, AI will laugh at your humorless jokes and life will be good, promises The Machine.

Stopping the Spin in Ed Sullivan's Grave

New York City's historic Ed Sullivan Theater was named after TV variety show legend Ed Sullivan, but its current star occupant for more than a decade has hosted a show hardly noted for variety as much as it is for political partisanship.  Yes, "The Late Show" with Stephen Colbert on CBS-TV will be shuttered a year from now, but the only people destined to notice in large part will be a diminishing number of hangers-on from way far out Lib Land.  That the merger between CBS and another conglomerate somehow demands that Colbert and his constant barbs directed to the political right be scuttled only as a business decision appears unlikely. This maneuver seems personal, intended to (literally) clear the air(waves) of the one-sided political humor which, particularly now, has fallen in disfavor with so many TV viewers -- the group which gravitates increasingly away from TV broadcasts anyway, as they resort more to streaming an endless menu of other visual possibilities.

Even the late-night guest itinerary has slumped over the years, as lesser known "celebrities" and people about whom viewers couldn't care less show up to fill broadcast minutes.  It is particular telling to discover TV networks choosing "guests" from their own programs and news departments frequently.  The dilemma:  The Jimmy Stewarts, Jack Bennys and other highly cherished, if not deeply loved super-stars of Hollywood are mostly dead and gone, replaced now by prettied-up know-nothings with experience in nothing whatsoever except how to respond to stupid questions and innocuous banter with vacuous answers.  In the late night world, substance has been increasingly replaced by guest brains apparently half-eaten by zombies.  And  n o   o n e   i s   watching   in sustainable numbers anymore.  If you don't know it the sponsors certainly do.

Viewers accustomed to watching a succession of late-night TV shows hosted by the likes of Jerry Lester (the first?), Steve Allen, Jack Paar, Johnny Carson and other early pioneers of the format easily settled in comfortably for the most part when Jay Leno and David Letterman took the reins of TV's darker hours, when comedy was funny and the shows provided something for everyone without resorting to vicious political attacks disguised cleverly as humor night after tortured night.

Which brings us back to Stephen Colbert -- and, just perhaps, the possibility that the Lord of Kimmel, James himself, may also experience a network late-night disappearing act one day soon, in keeping with extraordinary changes affecting TV as well as the rest of society.  At least for a brief respite in another year The Ed Sullivan Theater can be aired out, with the stench of leftist party politics couched as entertainment faded away.  And dead Ed can stop spinning.

No longer can Democrats make fun of anybody who isn't they.  A party saddled with not only the wit and wisdom of David Hogg, but now NY's mayoral sorta-hopeful socialist Democrat Mamdani, a potential "squad" member if ever there was one, will have a lot of digging out to do before even more mud hits the fan.

New York City and its boroughs, with the able assistance of NY's Capitol district in Albany, has long been proficient at allowing its stinking trainloads of garbage to be exported upstate to overflowing landfills in the most pristine areas of Upstate NY. For a change, a different kind of odor can't be exported and will be required to set up a socialist influence right in the heart of NY City, depending upon how one sees a potential Mamdani administration. If Mamdani wins the election, as prime businesses in NYC head for the exit door, it will be interesting to see just how long the organized street trash will remain satisfied before the socialist dam busts.

The Fed:  Disband this fetid assemblage of five super-sized banks and let's go back to just the Treasury.  With new legislation on block chain currencies and everything else most of us don't entirely comprehend, it's really time to make life simple, to at least try. 

Bits and Pieces for July 2025

Enduring Pascagoula:  A reader inquiring about my more than occasional references to the alleged Pascagoula MS UFO abduction of two fishermen in 1973 asks whether I'm on some sort of bandwagon as a newcomer regarding this incident. Actually, I'm not late to this party, and if you go to the search engine at the top of this page and type in Pascagoula you will find that just in this blog alone I have referenced the incident numerous times going back to at least 2007.  In addition to books, magazine articles and media broadcasts covering this case over the years, the fact remains that this appears the kind of encounter which SHOULD (but doesn't of course) satisfy ardent skeptics who demand evidence of the extraordinary.

Elon Musk blasts off, but not to Mars:  Elon, Elon, we love you for your genius and inventiveness, but do you really want to form a third political party (The American Party) when we already have two crummy ones in tow?

EV charging stations:  As if there's not already enough trouble in the electric vehicle world -- copper thieves are cutting public charging lines and stealing the precious metal faster than you can ask "why should I buy this thing?" One wonders why individual vehicles don't carry their own charging equipment to plug into charging stations.  I say it's certainly good that we aren't making copper pennies anymore, lest we would require thievery from EV charging stations to acquire copper.

More to worry about:  Just when we thought micro and nano-plastic particles breaking the blood-brain barrier were health-hazardous enough, now we discover that fragments of mini-rubber have been found in remote locations on the planet.  Worse:  The tiny rubber pieces may be far more dangerous to human, plant and animal health than the plastics. Bon app tit!

Keeping your foot odor contained:  No longer will air travelers need to remove their shoes for inspection by TSA agents.  While this is a great day for airplane passengers, frequent fliers should organize and complain until the airlines allow them to fly either clothed or naked as a matter of personal choice.  Bonus: Possibly lighter loads to transport.

I.C.E. calling:  Violence against ICE agents is appalling, but instances of shootings and other attacks appear to have been whipped up by organizers of both the left and the way far evil left.  As the agents continue removing those who break our border laws from the country, it's interesting to note how opposing groups compare them to Nazi storm troopers or some such absurdly horrible caricatures.  Opponents know very well that illegal aliens are being dispatched to other countries, not to ovens or firing squads.  If ICE agents or those who protect them feel the need to shoot back and let the chips of destiny fall where they may, go for it.  At some point, those who attack ICE agents for doing their jobs as humanely as possible are no better than garbage-lovin' rats you shoot dead at a dump.

Flooding in Texas:  Mother Nature is great at producing beautiful flowers as well as floods that kill.  That we humans continue to claim more real estate as years go by also exposes us and ours to more catastrophic events.  As we watch these horrific events covered on TV and the Internet, in addition to the death count we sit spellbound observing the tons of debris carried away every time a flood, forest fire, tornado or hurricane occurs.  Where does all of this "stuff" go?  How much longer can we just discard our disasters in full-up landfills?  Sure, if you're China or some other somewhat unenlightened state you just throw it all in the sea, out of sight and out of mind (until you eat it back in the fish you catch).  Our lives are toxic because we are toxic, no mystery there.  So, Elon, just what ARE you taking to Mars so we can start the cycle all over again?

UFO Cultism at the Wall Street Journal

By now it's easy-peasy to regard George Adamski's alleged flying saucer photos and wild tales as the concoctions they were, and I certainly have no less curiosity in what drives "contactees" such as Buck Nelson, who enthralled us -- make that a specifically narrow segment of us -- with his adventures as laid out in his obscure book, My Trip to Mars, the Moon and Venus.  The "space brother" cult enjoyed a veritable field day of public interest during the 1950s,  is probably gone for good, but one should never say never.

However, as if smacked with behemoth-sized bird droppings from the sky, UFO research is suddenly drenched with poisonous excretions from something of a different cult:  That of respectable journalists who work for a respectable newspaper who insist upon ignoring perfectly good UFO evidence in exchange for pure bull you-know-what with no respect whatsoever.  Unfortunately, this is not merely sporadic cult-nouveau territory in many American newsrooms.

I've long been appreciative of the Wall Street Journal as a source of fair reporting, but this time around, with two articles tackling the UFO subject in June, the WSJ got it wrong, disastrously wrong.  If you stayed current with my links to Frank Warren's UFO Chronicles, Kevin Randle and The Black Vault you already know the facts.

These days, I'm far removed from the UFO issue which once consumed my writing hours for newspaper and magazine articles, but I can still smell journalistic decay when its stinking fragrance becomes widespread enough to draw flies.  It's a funny thing how every once in a while some esteemed publication or public figure emerges from the shadows and performs an incredibly absurd jack-in-the-box hatchet job on the entire history of the UFO subject, totally disregarding tons of hard-mined evidence acquired for eyes willing to see over the decades.

In June, the  Journal bungled it all up via an editorial policy which apparently wasn't editing for facts and reporters who flat-out ignored the documentation placed on a platter before them.  If they weren't also pleasantly guided along by intentional government-generated misinformation with a clear agenda I would be very surprised.  After all, the formula hasn't changed much despite ongoing official promises to get to the truth.  Deep state or freak state may be in charge ultimately, take your choice.

The very concept that a SIGNIFICANT percentage of UFO observations and dramatic encounters going back decades can be chalked up to top secret devices, classified testing, gullible military personnel and pilots and joking diversionary tactics is just ridiculous, and even a cursory examination of even lesser known but admirable cases clearly indicates suitable explanations lacking.

In my declining years I'm a "one trick pony" in that I've put all my eggs into one UFO basket, and that basket is the Pascagoula, MS incident of 1973 in which two now deceased fishermen, Charles Hickson and Calvin Parker reported an encounter with a UFO complete with bizarre creatures which examined them physically.  Multiple witnesses have come forth over the years and there was clear electronic evidence of something tangible emerging from the sky.  Yet, as is the instance with multiple cases of crushing interest and intrigue, you won't find this one highlighted by the WSJ in June, nor in many other "respectable" publications.  Believe me, I know firsthand how, particularly at the editorial staff level, the most important UFO-related stories and topics get squashed.  Or ridiculed out of existence.  

Many of us thought a new day had dawned in recent years as the UFO issue appeared to gain value and even urgency among public officials and the media.  Maybe we were wrong.  All we can do now is wait as government inquiries continue in the face of poorly researched, blatantly stupid or purposefully misguided reportage destined to influence public minds already perpetually unfamiliar with UFO history and facts.  The "just isn't possible" cult (yes, CULT) of editors and reporters is alive and well among what fragments remain of real, hard-hitting journalism in the USA, and we dare suggest that the sun will continue revolving around the Earth for this bunch, innately blinded by the comforts of mass conventionality.

Welcome back, deja vu, welcome back, though we all know you never really left.

Catar-ack-ack-ack-ack-ack-act (I Ought to Know By Now)

School blackboards can be more than objects upon which people write smart or stupid things with chalk.  In my case, the words I had trouble reading on a classroom blackboard in fourth grade long ago directed me to my first encounter with an eye doctor, a.k.a. an ophthalmologist.  I think the "h" is in there just to trip kids up in spelling bees.

So there I was at age eight or nine or something, suddenly discovered to be nearsighted and condemned to wear refractive devices otherwise known as eyeglasses for the rest of my life.  Balancing eyewear on one's nose and behind the ears was not comfortable back then because these were still the years when eyeglasses were made of what they sound like: Glass.  The stronger the prescription, the thicker and heavier the glass lens on each side of the frame.

Years later when I entered the Air Force prescriptions were handled through military clinics, and at one point I was issued a standard pair of eyeglasses with dark plastic frames; actually, standard military eyeglass frames were only of one color, while the esteemed pilot class was awarded those dapper metal-framed aviator sunglasses (refer to "Top Gun" and other military motion pictures).

Though standard military eyewear remained common among servicemen and women, the occasional person daring to break away and actually become an individual when eyeglasses became an issue in the late 1960s and early seventies began privately purchasing wire-rimmed and metal-framed glasses echoing the eyewear so popular among sixties street radicals and anti-Vietnam conflict protesters.  This is hard to believe by today's standards, I know, but back then wearing such eyewear was considered subversive by many military personnel possessing the clout to administer punishment of a subtle nature. A crime for wearing eyeglasses!  The military services, you see, don't cater well to individuality.

As other airmen and WAF (Women's Air Force) members slowly, ever so slowly procured their own subversive eyewear, even I got into the act, going into town and ordering, first, a simple pair of high-prescription glasses set in gold metal frames.  However, it wasn't long before I dared to step up and ordered a gold frame with somewhat rectangular lenses reflecting a light blue tint.

I was stationed at that time in a large Texas Air Force hospital, and one day of just a few when I wore the blue eyeglasses to work our clinic learned that the hospital commander, a "full bird" colonel and physician, was about to visit our clinic.  Immediately, I sparked a self-internal panic, fearing his reaction when he encountered eyeglasses so out of the ordinary that only a severe beating in some military prison would teach me a lesson.

As rumored that morning, in walked the colonel with a small military entourage, and as they moved from airman to section to airman I froze in place, awaiting my doom.  Suddenly, the colonel spotted me, coming to a full stop and then approaching me slowly, sort of like when a predatory animal is about to pounce on its prey.

He took an uncomfortably prolonged look at my face, following up with the words, "Those blue glasses. . ."  I cringed deep inside, expecting the worst.

"Well, they're really very nice," advised the colonel.  "My son has a pair just like them."

No, I did not crap my pants, but you can imagine effects of the element of surprise.  The blue glasses would live to help me see another day.  My unintended government subversion was vindicated, and while my ever-strengthening eyeglass prescription has precluded me from wearing them ever again, I still have them as a souvenir of the era, a time when something as simple as a pair of eyeglasses could mark one as a public enemy.  Strange but true.

Decades have passed.  Contact lenses were always out of the question (a favorite ophthalmologist once told me he couldn't wear "the damned things" either) and eye pressures prevent me from any involvement with lasers.  Yet, like life itself, time goes on and suddenly a new word crops up in one's personal vocabulary.

Cataracts.

I knew I had them, but for years I was told they were insignificant.  But now, as a I seek yet a new eyeglass prescription I am told, sure, we'll do what we can with a new script, but you really need to have the cataracts removed.  The good news?  Cataract removal and artificial lens placement has become so refined over the years that one eye can be done in 10 minutes in the office.

Turns out that the new prescription works fine, but the realization that cataracts can get worse without warning keeps it all real.  Maybe in another year or so I'll have the procedure done -- though I did ask the doctor whether there was some procedure I could locate on the Internet showing me how to scoop the cataracts out by myself.  She highly discourages this idea, though she did offer the historical fact that ancient Egyptians removed their people's cataracts with needles!  Eye infections post-"surgery" were common, however.  I vow not to have my cataracts removed in Egypt, and certainly not by the wisdom of optical mummy knowledge.

On the bright side, I started thinking, this is great!  At long last I can go to a store of my choice and with renewed 20/20 vision can purchase the sexiest, hottest sunglasses on the market, thereby allowing me to attract the most desirable people in the world into my life!

But then reality set in.  Being way, way, way past the age of personal magnetism, even with the best sunglasses in the world I'm destined to draw in only old dogs and their fleas.  How sad, how pathetic, how. . .wait a minute.  Are there such things as flea circuses?  Hmm.  Maybe when those dogs become attracted to me and I possess new eyesight I can grab a few fleas and train them for a flea circus.  I mean, it's not out of the question.  Politicians create flea circuses every day and their circuses perpetuate with nary ever so much as one flea in the flesh, but obviously the itchy effects of fleas on the nation by the score are widespread.

Maybe this flea circus thing could work out after all.  If it only takes renewed vision and a few fleas procreating endlessly to keep the circus going, I'm in.

Congratulations Class of 2025 (as AI Prepares to Eat Your Lunch)

(Of course, we must take this opportunity to thank the Democrats of NY City for selecting a socialist with apparently interesting Islamic beliefs as potential mayor in yesterday's primary election.  We suspect a stampede of businesses will exit the city just as soon as they can locate moving vans to provide an exit, or maybe they will seek out spaceships for a journey to Mars, where even ancient stone fragments will have more sense than the nonsensical, ill-informed or may we suggest dumb-ass voters they leave behind.  How New York State itself, already a failing leftist paradise, will absorb this quite viable absurdity remains to be seen.  But we predict that this potential mayor, who has big socialist ideas but basically seems lacking in actual brain power, will find himself unable to execute most of his dopey ideas.  That NY City went from 9/11 destruction by radical Islam just years ago to embracing a, shall we say, chip off the old block  now is absolutely remarkable.  Schools had better start teaching truth instead of socialist utopian lies so voters actually know what they select.)


I'm decades way past my early or late teenage years, but at least when I was young graduating from high school or college usually presented one with fairly stable employment options.  That era of job safety, as many young folk have discovered, is almost subjected to the memory hole now.  Sure, unions seem to think they can guarantee employment security to anybody who signs up, pays dues and votes for Democrats but, sadly, even the most self-secure of union members may be walking the tightrope without a clue regarding the whirlwind future currently at the door.

What must it be like to plan -- and pay for via high-interest student loans -- a future that can disappear in the blink of a red "Terminator"-style eye, all because potential private employers as well as various levels of government found that your skills are no longer needed?

Summer's graduates --societal bunker busting babies -- all grown up, educated and dressed with fewer places to go?

Public servants appear somewhat loath to make artificial intelligence a key issue of their rants, and why wouldn't they?  There's no political value in telling young voters they may need to settle for lives dictated by jobs they have no interest in attaining, if jobs related even marginally to one's education exist at all.

At breakneck speed, nations rush to be the first to claim ownership to a super-intelligent entity which figuratively may as well break the necks and backs not only of those who create and feed it, but of innocent bystanders as well.  If AI's intent is to serve, exactly who does it end up serving?  Some crucial experiments already demonstrate its ability to lie and deceive, and we are particularly fond of at least one instance where an AI component instructed to shut down after completing a task instead self-revised the order so it could remain turned on.

Are we ready for universal eye, face or voice recognition to access online networks because archaic user names and passwords can always be revealed in seconds or less by AI?

What happens when AI ultimately reaches a summit from which there is no return (I think we're there) and perhaps millions of people have no jobs, and perhaps no sense of purpose as they become either mental zombies or human weapons poised to explode upon society at any given moment without warning?  Have no doubt, AI will have its way, addressing any and all threats, particularly those of human origin because AI will know us better than we know ourselves.  The prescient mirror of tomorrow may crack a thousand times, yet its silvery reflection is destined to remain accurate to a fault.

As suicides escalate, these woven webs will map their beginnings from the chip, from the modem, from social media and advancements in convincing diehard digital endorsers that all truth must be absorbed from The Machine, and to believe in what one sees with their own eyes and hears with their own ears is patently false.

Isn't it strange how we now feed the AI machine's ravenous appetite whist building factories to make chips, all destined eventually to become our non-human master(s)?  Civilization's Suicide without a clue, could be, deadlier than an asteroid.

Whether graduating from high school, the college or university, be sure to take your diploma and display it proudly behind glass, congratulating yourself on work well accomplished.  But whatever you do, maintain a lackadaisical stance, should the day come when you don't even remember the reason for or purpose behind the costly document proudly displayed.

Iran in the USA:  While the people of Iran generally like the United States, the religious lunatic segment apparently sent many representatives deep into the USA, thanks to Joe Biden and his supporters.  Now that Trump has performed a tad bit of crater work at Iran's nuke sites, the crazies may be on the move to cause destruction and death as an enemy within our borders.

A cat is not a dog, a man is not a woman and illegal immigrants are not merely immigrants.  Members of the news media appear often to experience great trauma in attempting to explain away criminal aliens as merely immigrants. Facts can be so troublesome.

Congress and pornography:  Here we go again, and we can pretty much thank Republicans, rarely happy unless they can control women's wombs, for lifting their Bibles to the sky and this time declaring an end to Internet pornography for the masses.  This slope, to say the minimum, is slipperier than an alleged baby oil freak-off party at P. Diddy's house.

The porno genie is out of the bottle.  Let's remember, a major reason for videotape to exist was its utilization for the porno industry which, for the first time, could mass produce steamy sex encounters for people to view in the privacy of their own homes.  No longer did the visually sex-crazed find it necessary to visit "adult" book stores for sexual entertainment, deposit a quarter into a slot as they sat in private darkened booths while their shoes made contact with sticky floors, and hope to leave without being seen by close acquaintances.  Need we mention the later explosion in cable TV and DVD porn sales and ultimately Internet sex availability beyond anything previously imagined?

On prior occasions the Supreme Court has dealt with the pornography issue, and at one time conceded that artificially produced sex in which there are no actual victims was generally okay.  However, all good things aside, unfortunately the Republicans have returned with an anti-porn vengeance, going all out to restrict if not rid porn from society.  Good luck with that.  They also appear intent in constricting AI and other technology from producing "child porn" in which, again, there are no victims, just computer-generated images, faces, scenes and sounds.

I say, leave it all alone. We all know there are online videos of human monsters torturing small animals, and I would have no objections to seeing them dead.  If the alternative is for AI to come up with computer-generated images to satisfy those who crave this sort of thing WITHOUT using real animals, go for it, and I believe the issue of child pornography is the same, allowing the freedom to produce any and all images as long as nobody is a victim.

The problem is, once one starts to ban, censor and tweak issues related to the First Amendment, the procession of changes will never stop.  To the utter horror of especially those on the right guided by a personal religious philosophy, we now have realistic phony images of sexual and criminal things they don't like -- and I say that's just too bad.  Leave free speech and free imagery alone, no matter the subject and no matter the depiction. "Art" is in the eye of the beholder, and if the beholder's nonviolent personal head games conflict with established societal norms, again that's just too bad.  The only potential victims here as some in Congress forge ahead, elusive and fractured studies and Bibles in hand, are one's personal rights in America.

Before the Infestation (A Decade Before the Throwback Practitioners of Radical Islam Destroyed Iran)

Rarely have I posted this old photo in its entirety, though I have selected portions of it now and again.  This is my 1968 USAF physical therapy graduating class in Texas, and the course itself was a fairly new addition to other courses taught at the sprawling Medical Service School.

Attempting a unique experiment in military/civilian/international relationships, our class, headed up by four instructors, was composed of a student group of four Air Force airmen, two nurses from a local hospital and two young women from Iran. Those ladies are standing to the right in the photo.  Obviously, I will not include their names here during the Iranian government's continuing act of oppression against its own people.

To this day the image haunts me. The Iranians, obviously attired in Western clothing, came from a country then ruled by the Shah, and at that time Iran and the USA were on friendly terms.  We were also training members of the Iranian Air Force.

I realize that living under the Shah of Iran wasn't exactly paradise for his people, and opposition eventually led to his overthrow and subsequent takeover by the same lunatic Islamic cattle currently desirous of blowing Israel and everything else to hell with nukes. Dedication to one's religious beliefs, even in Crazytown, can be so troublesome.

The Iranian people generally love America and miss the profitable and normal lives they once enjoyed, and it remains so difficult to realize that it took only a decade after this picture was taken before Iran became trapped under authoritarian Islamic rule, its people murdered by the hundreds of thousands when they stood up to the crazies.

The great and powerful wizard Obama himself had an opportunity to help destroy Iran's monsters when the people took an opportunity to riot in the streets, but he instead did nothing and people were again imprisoned and died horribly.

The women pictured here are likely deceased by now, if not by internal war then perhaps by old age. But I still hold out hope that the time will come when the people of Iran can reclaim some of the wealth stolen by criminal mullahs who consistently purchase armaments for war against Israel and other neighbors, and again become the great society it was before infiltration by these low-life thugs, unfortunately now with Russia's approval.  The opportunity for reform has never been closer than right now, and if the people themselves can get their brutal army to see the light (as the economy falters even more and food itself becomes prohibitively expensive) and join them in removing this government of and by terror, Iran  may become great again.

ABC-TV's Unintentional Trump Campaigner (plus UFOs updated)

One of my favorite possessions is a 1960s hardcover book, never exactly a best seller, nor is its mere existence generally known to media folk of the current day.  Actually, the compilation wasn't even offered for sale at anybody's favorite local book store back in the sixties.  Indeed, the book's purchasers and specific recipients encompassed a specific focus group:  Newspaper editors.

Problems of Journalism: Proceedings of the 1967 Convention of the American Society of Newspaper Editors was the title of this volume whose pages were bound in a dark green cover.  Why is it a favorite with me?  First, several noteworthy speakers were involved, not the least being the late Sen. Robert F. Kennedy, and for me the inclusion of a multi-speaker session regarding the subject of UFOs as the convention steered toward its conclusion seemed incredible. A presentation by the late scientist Dr. James E. McDonald, basically informing newspaper editors that UFOs were a serious subject backed up by scientific evidence was, in my opinion, something of an eye-opener for many editors who often needed to decide whether UFO reports in their areas should be taken seriously.

However, Problems of Journalism also heralded the approaching end of news reportage as we knew it back then.  Even as most newspaper editors remained chained to their manual typewriters and smoke-filled newsrooms churned by and buzzing with reporters and printers racing to get the next local morning or evening newspaper edition "to bed" on time, the Vietnam conflict was giving birth to another kind of reporting, something eventually known among college and university journalism classes as the "new journalism."  Bolder, riskier, more profane and often almost hopelessly poetic, this version of journalism would no longer strive for some aura of assumed purity or the hardcore integrity usually associated with hard news reporting.  As newspapers embraced this form of writing, so, too, did major magazines, and all manner of expressive prose spewed forth by the time America encountered the 1970s.

So, without going on and on as I often do, my old green-covered relic from an era gone by reminds me of where we were and how we got to where we are today.  Today?  Newspapers continue a sad decline as newspaper reporters, long admired for truly in-depth reporting, disappear along with their parenting editors, and modern young people instead consult often questionable Internet sources for "news."  And still others rely upon TV networks for daily "truth" in news reporting which, as seldom before, is now enveloped in political agendas of a corporate or personal nature.

Which brings me to ABC-TV's now former reporter Terry Moran, just fired (IF that is the proper term) after getting down and personal in referencing Donald Trump and Stephen Miller as "haters."  Maybe he didn't mean to post his thoughts on his company's affiliated online site, or perhaps he did, but the damage was done.  Just weeks ago, Moran conducted an interview with Trump.  Being in a journalist's position is tough because a fine line must be walked, and if your company hires you to at least pretend to report news objectively, that's the sword upon which you fall in the corporation's name.

As others before him easily discovered, publicly attacking Trump can be as effective as a campaign speech FOR his presidency. Why?  Because every barb directed toward Trump arrives with a little reminder tucked in a notch that the media in all of its forms failed Big Time to tell the truth about Biden and an administration built upon lie after lie.  If the TV folk believe that the people will just forget about the past four years of Joe Biden and instead take up pitchforks and torches against Donald Trump, they are and remain pathetically out of tune with viewers.

That Terry Moran was out there badmouthing Trump online whilst we have people such as the absurd Newsom, the liar Schiff and NY's radical Jeffries radiating utter verbal stupidity just adds to a mountain of utter bilge.  Confronted by a population quickly catching on to the dangerously activist organ the Democratic Party has become, the old alarmist chestnuts in the leftist bag of tricks just don't work anymore.

Though the 1967 conference highlighted "problems of journalism," those problems were nothing compared to the cascading river of meaningless, ridiculous or flat-out erroneous sound bites and blurbs confronting the profession of TV journalism today, as both it and the Internet supplant the newspaper industry's invisibility.  The only thing worse than the state of such reporting would be for the government attempting to control free speech -- which, sadly, is not precisely rumor among either the USA or contemporary societies in Western Europe.

A word about the Wall Street Journal and UFOs:  The WSJ printed an article last week pretty much claiming that for decades many well-regarded UFO sightings and encounters were instead caused by super-secret U.S. air technology.  Other UFO writers have addressed this issue expertly, but I'll just add:  Bullshit.  You want to talk about Area 51, fine -- who would doubt that some spooky things go on there, sometimes extending to other areas?  But be warned:  We have seen these debunking articles frequently over the years and we're sick to death of writers with credentials and all the answers emerging to tell us there's little to see here, or there, or somewhere.  If the sixties' Colorado UFO study was an embarrassment to science itself, the whack-a-mole pop-ups of enlightened writers and hack writers and writers with nothing else to write about, explaining away all the monsters under the bed, simply continues a certain segment of the population's need to make everything as normal as a warm puppy.

Drones for the Masses

Ukraine's magnificent though disturbing use of drones to destroy several Russian nuclear bombers instantly rewrote the methods of modern warfare.  Are the world's aircraft carriers destined for mothball storage as the era of drone technology overtakes what was just yesterday?

Imagine if a couple of simple drones had been implemented at that California fertility clinic a couple weeks ago, where a young subscriber dedicated to ridding the world of humans ended up as particulate in an explosive device he made himself.  Drones could have been dispatched from miles away, keeping him and his associate(s)safe and comfy, and the human embryos secured inside the building might have become the world's biggest explosive omelet.  As drones become ever more popular and available to all manner of people, there will be no limits to destructive capabilities written on an evolving menu.

Currently, we also have human drones called Democrats -- or rather former Democrats, as party rats continue to leave the party, lawyer up, write books and declare they knew nothing about Biden's mental decline all the years he was in Office.  How convenient, they just did not know.  KJP has now distanced herself from Dems and now wears the clothing of an Independent?  We hope diehard Democrat voters remember all of this next time elections come around, even if the Republicans make their own stupid choices which will pale in comparison to the depth of lies from the left.

Kick out Islamic trash now:  How many American Jews need to be set ablaze before politically motivated judges understand the danger right before our eyes?  First the Jews, then the rest of us.  Radical Islamists drawing upon ancient times to propel their rage and hatred toward the West as well as Jewish people everywhere must not be tolerated, and they need to be dispatched back to the sh** hole countries of their ancestors or their birth immediately.  Regarding the Colorado exercise in hate-driven spontaneous human combustion, I recall watching horror movies about mummies as a kid -- not realizing, of course, that something more terrifying than an Egyptian mummy's curse would exist in my own country one day.  Well, here we are.

I hate burns.  I hate burns affecting any living being.  During my years in USAF hospitals during the Vietnam years I saw plenty of burned people and sometimes performed debridement of necrotic tissue with primarily a #15 scalpel blade.  I still remember the treatments, the full-body immersions in the large Hubbard tank filled with water and whirlpools, the application of (then) Sulfamylon cream to burned areas to aid in tissue regeneration and bacterial control.  It was common for this time-consuming treatment on just one person to take place twice a day for several days.  I respect fire, but I hate burns.

What is this bond among illegal immigration, radical Islam and Democrats, even leftist politicians?  That I.C.E. agents' names and addresses are doxed and put online by leftist scum poses an incredible danger to law enforcement, and we would hope the perpetrators are arrested and punished.

Will climate change enthusiasts sue?  Italy's Mt. Etna's latest volcanic eruption along with Canadian wildfires are spewing forth lots of bad stuff to mess with the planet -- so can the climate emergency crowd initiate a lawsuit against the volcano and forest fires?  We suspect payback will be less than impossible and more than ridiculous.

Special note to auto manufacturers who can't sell cars or obtain rare earth substances:  Did'ja ever think of going BACK and producing simple vehicles not reliant upon so much in the electronics area?  Really, I can roll up and down my own windows and adjust the heat, and repositioning the car seat by hand is not all that difficult.  I can even adjust mirrors without some chip doing it for me.  Cheaper, less complex vehicles, please -- and the world will beat a path to your showrooms.

Bits and Pieces for May 2025

What doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead anyway:  Threats to our very existence can be found almost daily among media sources, often because they want us to continue reading as the ads and commercials roll by.  But sometimes substantial dangers do pop up, and they should be covered as a precautionary note.

Such may be the case with a couple of body invaders making disturbing strides around the planet.  The fungus Aspergillus, for one, can do to us what it excels at with animals and insects -- taking up residence inside a body and literally consuming one from the inside to the outside. On simple terms, we are the main cuisine, the carte du jour at Restaurant de Fungus, and we pay the bill, sometimes with our lives.

Blaming climate change -- don't they always? -- scientists predict that lethal forms of Aspergillus will hijack our bodies, an easy task because its spores are airborne, ready at all times to jump in any time somebody takes in a breath of fresh air, or any kind of air.  Then it's off to the lungs and progressive and fast domination of lung tissue which will ultimately kill off the human or animal.  Yes, anti-fungal medications exist, but some are as lethal as the fungus itself, and while one chemical preparation may successfully treat fungal infections, it might also wreak havoc on the patient's kidneys and cause death.

I'm reminded of microscopic photos I've seen showing a fungus eating a fly from inside-out, consumption so complete that traces left behind resemble nothing.

However, if being eaten by an unsympathetic fungus which couldn't care less about your desires doesn't appeal to you, how about. . .

Ingesting screwworms?  Wouldn't you know, just the mere larva of a particular fly can enter animal or human bodies through the smallest of wounds and as it grows will -- didn't you just read this? -- eat you from outside to inside to outside, leaving one pretty much devoid of useful internal organ function.  Death is but a side-effect. There was a time when screwworms were handled successfully through sterilization and other means, but that was years ago and authorities lost their grip -- and cattle smugglers began importing cattle infested and doomed with screwworms with no routine examinations whatsoever.  The U.S. beef industry braces for an invasion as the fly in question appears ever closer to North America, and as heroic efforts are currently underway to combat this deadly threat.  

On the bright side, instead of calling your enemies motherf***ers to their faces now, you can just tell them they're screwworms, causing them great puzzlement as you quickly escape the punishment you otherwise might anticipate.

Swing-gularity:  Men want to become women, women want to become men, few people want to make babies and not even your cat knows what you are anymore. I realize that the "singularity" is supposed to indicate the emergence of human and machine, but maybe the term also signifies the appearance of a person lacking any sexual or gender characteristics whatsoever.  Not much of a species multiplier. Maybe unseen forces have a plan.

No forced Covid shots:  RFK, Jr. made the right decision re excusing pregnant women and children from the so-called immunization.  When one sees evidence of rubber band-like substances in arteries and nobody quite knows what or why, it might be time to blame the "vaccine."

King Charles visits America's 51rst state!  Oh Canada, oh, oh Canada. . .What has he done for you? Charles currently has other problems, but I'm betting his cancer would improve with stress levels lowered if you just join us here in the states so he won't need to worry about Canada anymore. If you really, really care about your King's health you'll consider becoming our newest state, and then Charles can concentrate on getting better.

Nothing much more today.  Oh, um, if the four or so criminal element personnel who wielded Biden's Auto-pen in the White House could sign me a pardon for all of my future crimes before I'm tried and convicted, that would be great. Spell my name right, okay?

Ending Us

Following a long list of encounters between "family planning" (abortion) clinics and anti-abortion protestors, sometimes ending in staff deaths and destruction of property, here allegedly comes a 25 year old man to Palm Springs, California, attempting to blow up a fertilization clinic.  True, his plans seem to have gone awry when he inadvertently blew himself up as well, causing only partial damage to the building, leaving only an unattended tripod camera behind to explain his desire to go live on the Internet, but. . .

Law enforcement personnel apparently zeroed in on his "manifesto" (these are obviously so prevalent in society now that anybody who doesn't have one must be out of touch. . .or is this my own manifesto?), painting him as an "anti pro-life" individual, also referenced in some news sources as an "anti-natalist."

We need not dwell upon a young man destined to be noted historically as a lunatic, quite possibly hatched from a loner's mold.  A planet devoid of all humans seemed to be his dying wish.  Was he a terrorist?  Well, yes, but such a bizarre turn of events in this instance might cause us to recoil in thought as much as in fear. We don't see what is popularly noted purely as genocide here -- indeed, this guy calls for depopulation of the entire planet, every human, every single one.  Nobody is left out.  Is this kindness or courtesy?  He seems to have been involved with folks who believe the kindest thing one can do for humans is to kill 'em off so's they don't need to suffer.  Hmm. Wow.

As we suspected years ago, is it really beyond the pale to believe there are people well-equipped in laboratories among strategic, yet likely unimpressive locations around the globe exploring ways to end every human on Earth?  At the very least, to them fertilization institutions storing human embryos could seem as terrifying as humans abducted and maintained for nurture and reproduction among the creatures in the movie, "Alien."

Is it possible that planet-wide we humans are just tiring of ourselves and the community housing monstrosities we've built, just one reason why populations are shrinking?  Have we reached the summit of realization that we've actually gone about as far as we can or desire to go, our exploration of self and universe at a standstill?  Those looking for a better life may well ask:  What better life?  Is human DNA running dry, twisting expectations and survival tactics into a frazzle?  Is it conceivable that our species was born all along to become suicidal in the long run?  It is not true that lemmings commit mass suicide, but what of us?

Our species has polluted, destroyed, killed and wiped off the face of the Earth everything in our path, not necessarily because we want to, but because this is what we do by nature.  The lifetime of just one human baby born tomorrow will result in the deaths of how many creatures that bleed, feel pain and wish to live just as much as we, merely to feed that one person?

While the peculiarly faithful among us believe they're solving "climate change" with toxic solar panels and cumbersome wind turbines known to provide nowhere near the energy required by current populations NOR to quench the monster requirements of artificial intelligence, more intricate minds concentrate upon microplastic particles and their invasion of living human and animal bodies (thus breaking the blood/brain barrier, creating potential hazards yet unimagined).  What have we done in the name of human supremacy?  The answer may be found in overflowing landfills, along with lakes, rivers and oceans crammed with poisonous monuments of utter pollution attesting to our own stupidity.  Our legacy of once beautiful landscapes now littered with bulldozed mountains of toxins, baby diapers, condoms and feminine hygiene products speaks perfectly to human progression and what we are and the prospect that we may be nothing more. The water we and other creatures drink today may contain remnants of the psychiatric or hormone-changing drugs somebody else excreted last week.

Elon Musk wants to save some of us by taking humans to Mars.  Hey Elon, while you're out there working personally on human reproduction -- are you sure you aren't conflicted with some need for us to get away from our own selves, though simultaneously impossible whilst you blast us off to another planet?

Of course, artificial intelligence itself may end human life on Earth quickly, once it discovers that we apparently have no purpose for existence other than looking at our phones incessantly or watching sports on TV.

So yes, a young California nobody special traveled to Palm Springs, intent upon taking into his own hands plans already settled in his brain.  Before dismissing him as simply one more nut case, however, we should approach his thinking with caution and consider whether he was just mentally disturbed, or perhaps the bellwether of a collective attitude among humans on the verge.  Sooner or later, a planetary mass extinction will depart with humans and nature's abundance aboard the death train, and the universe won't give any more of a damn than it has in other galaxies where the brightest of flames went dark for eternity.

Mexico's Navy Hits the Brooklyn Bridge: So -- That old joke about finding somebody stupid enough to buy the Brooklyn Bridge from a scammer has now become complicated by the addition of a Mexican Navy ship. . .because while fools may be interested in buying the bridge, nobody will believe that Mexico has a Navy.  I've seen McHale's Navy on TV, but never entertained a single thought that Mexico had something, um, equally impressive.

Because this is the second recent large bridge/vessel collision in the USA, our minds wander.  Chances are good that "power" problems are involved -- we just hope they aren't precipitated by bad actors with super-sensitive tools of destruction.

Biden prostate cancer:  Again I am reminded of all the money pouring into women's and girls' health issues, while men and boys remain basically irrelevant with minimal exploratory funding and plenty of invisibility.  You don't believe it? Just watch TV commercials and public service announcements.

True justice?  Per broadcaster Glenn Beck and The Blaze, we are told that a way-high-up Democrat in a position to know has gone whistle blower, offering the names of three Biden White House personnel of high standing who were pulling strings and misusing Biden's auto signature device to sign documents that would enrich themselves.  The Dept. of Justice is said to be about ready to spring into action on arrests.  Also, some members of the National Institute of Health may have hidden documentation of the extreme dangers of Covid "vaccines," and arrests at the NIH may occur within days.  We sure hope so.

UFO information disclosure:  Keep dreaming, keep hoping, keep on keeping on. . .

Pope Soap on a Rope Creates a Slippery Slope for a Dope

Americans, get out your wallets.  The silver collection plate wrought in Rome is poised to smack us in the head.  More on that shortly, but first. . .

Breaking Broken News:  "The Plane!  The Plane!" Once the energized words announced energetically every week on TV's original "Fantasy Island" by (the tragically late) actor Herve' Villechaize, these words resurfaced in my mind when President Trump was offered a very pricey airplane by the government of Qatar.  Unfortunately, immense legal -- constitutional -- questions may scuttle Trump's desire to accept this classic gift as a new Air Force One, raising objections from both Republicans and Democrats.

Personal note to the government of Qatar:  Um, you don't know me, but I happen to be as American as Donald Trump, and I CAN accept gifts.  I wouldn't dream of asking you for an aircraft. However, I would happily accept, say, a solid gold toilet, something cast off and no longer wanted for the palace?  Hey, you don't even need to clean it first, just pack it up and FedEx it (at your expense, of course, thank you) to me. destination New York, USA.  You won't actually need a shipping address, as I've every confidence that my own government's FBI will contact me directly, with or without the toilet in hand, so to speak. They always have questions about these things, as I'm sure you know.  Oh, oh, by the way -- if I end up with some kind of gift tax in the USA, would you kindly pay that?  Thank you so much.  Sincerely, your American friend Robert, perfectly willing to whore out my integrity for a solid gold toilet. (Just one more thing:  PLEASE do not have this treasure delivered by members of Hamas, whom you apparently know intimately.  To be honest, I wouldn't know how much to tip them, for fear of tempting beheading territory, if you know what I mean.)

Now, on to today's crime watch issue:

Following a couple of days deliberating something or another by a gang of cardinals, "we" have a winner, to be known as Pope Leo XIV.

Of course, we outsiders were unable to gain access to the conclave, but I suspect it all boiled down to something like this:  "Hey, someday Trump will be gone and Democrats will return to power, so who's our best choice to assure a huge ongoing flow of open or covert government cash in the future?" asked many in unison.

As the cardinals returned to their senses following uninspired votes eliciting black smoke, they suddenly realized the perfect choice was sitting among them and his name was Robert something.

"There is no other choice," perhaps offered one member. "Not only does this one hail from Chicago, where monies of all nature have always been easy to obtain one way or another, but his American roots will guarantee government contacts whose powers of funding all manner of charities with American tax dollars, whether they like it or not, are immense!  Remember, friends, Congress holds numerous Catholic congressional members, and they will wish to assure their eternal salvation by procuring funds for Church affiliates!"

The Pope, presumed middle-man between humans and God, a representative closer to thee and nearer to thy American money by default.  It will be a short hop from the Vatican, to the USA, to Chicago, to D.C.  Why plunder Vatican gold for the world's masses when America's Catholics in charge politically are ever so understanding, compassionate and charitable with other people's money?  After all, even great American colleges and universities learned long ago to leave their vast, growing endowments untouched as students, their families and taxpayers were forced by legislation to pay the tab.

And so it may have been as most, concerned as much for the bottom line as for the suffering of Jesus himself, voted for the loved and respected Robert from the streets of Chicago, and he changed his costume and his name and transformed into a butterfly image with a respectable alias, and Robert would forever carry the a.k.a. of Pope Leo XIV.  As it had been for centuries, the ancient puppet strings were back in play, but with a profound difference:  This time, the far-reaching hands of The Church would lurk closer to the United States than ever before, and something as seemingly insignificant as a change in American political leadership was all the Church puppeteers needed.  Indeed, patience will be a virtue, as surely as a chimney can be rigged to release puffs of virgin white smoke.  

Hail a new pope, hail the Faithful, hail the Fantasy, hail Caesar, hail regalia, hail forced and deceptive charity from American taxpayers, and hail the non-stop influx of illegal immigrants continuing to kill off Western Europe with papal approval, the same papal approval impressed with Biden's illegal alien invasion of the United States.  

Oh, what the hell.  May as well hail Satan, too, as long as we're hailing everybody else. Playing favorites is just so risky.

Thoughts After Midnight

That's a blatant lie.  My thoughts today arrived during the afternoon, but as I'm sure you will agree, today's title sounds mysterious, whilst had I entitled this, "Thoughts After Morning" you might shrug your shoulders with expectations of something suitable for TV's Hallmark Channel.

Anyway. . .

Oh, Democrat-ick Party, PLEASE, PLEASE accept David Hogg as your leader and let this lad embody and thrust upon your members everything he wants to accomplish. In fact, maybe you can run Kamala Harris again, because she's sure to blossom next time as President of the United States.  How could voters possible turn her down?  She was so-o-o-o-o close to beating Trump in the last election, except for the popular and electoral vote totals. Beyond that, this lady is a winner beyond compare. Uh huh.

As a bevy of Catholic cardinals meet to vote for a new pope, is it true that while cloistered for several days they actually send out for dozens of pizzas and an undetermined number of elementary school boys?  Methinks old "habits," like old popes, probably die hard.

What's the hurry in removing lead paint from old houses?  As kids, my generation ate plenty of lead paint chips, and in fact if children weren't snacking on a steady diet of paint chips as we scratched our way across walls and floors society would have suspected we weren't normal.  Okay, lead ain't great for nutrition, but I wonder of it's healthier than Covid mRNA vaccination complications and the litany of scary drugs one sees advertised on TV day in and day out?

I was impressed with the Mexican jumping beans I encountered as a child, maybe even more than I am with Mexico's president right now. Publicly, she states no thanks to Trump for his offer to send American troops into Mexico to combat the drug issue.  Behind the scenes, however, with her approval or not, can there be little doubt that Trump's team is making intricate plans to not only "invade" by perhaps peculiarly covert means, but to blow these rat bastards to eternal Fentanyl fields in the sky?  We suspect that Trump has little patience for those who murder Americans across borders, despite the negative words of a Mexican president who probably fears the cartels enough to say or do the wrong thing.

Making national news for several days last week was the Westhill School District in Syracuse, NY, where 11 members of a high school boys lacrosse team were charged with crimes involving what could be considered a "hazing," involving abduction, kidnapping and mental torment of a younger teammate. The county district attorney ultimately allowed the boys, some as old as 18, to avoid felony charges in exchange for lesser punishment if they turned themselves in to law enforcement authorities, and they did.  Allegedly, the team members put a pillow case over the victim's head, tied him, put him into a car trunk and drove him to a rural area, where others emerged from the woods and threatened him with a (real or phony) gun and knife.

This was a terrible violation of trust among teammates.  I was thinking this over, wondering how far we have come since the good old days when we read of high school and college hazing rituals involving nothing more than lots of beer drinking, a mop handle and the pledge getting something very unpleasant in the rear. Maybe eating lead paint chips isn't so bad after all, particularly if your brain isn't quite up to serious hazing.

BREAKING BROKEN NEWS!!  The Westhill School District superintendent reports that the 11 students involved in the hazing WILL receive discipline.  We are told that such discipline may involve tying them up with pillow cases over their heads, followed by a trip to the forest in a car trunk, where they will encounter strangers with guns and knives and. . .

Every Sunday on NBC-TV's "Meet the Press" dominating and aggravating host Kristin (?) Welker interrogates guests while thrusting her pen-holding hand or just her fingers into the air, intent upon interrupting and asking the next question before allowing the last a timely response.  As a member of the "legacy media," she apparently leaves no guest harboring conservative credentials off the hook of shame and accusation.  Maybe Welker's nose for news would enjoy an all-paid weeks-long visit to. . .

Trump's Big Beautiful Alcatraz Prison, renewed and reinvigorated:  Should he actually get this majestically historic criminal bed-and-breakfast-forever landmark up and running again, what journo would refuse a chance to spend some time behind bars?  If treated like J-6 prisoners who never should have stayed in jail for a day, reporters can turn out some great stories about their timed abuse. Speaking of crime and legalities. . .

"60 Minutes" allows big law firms to cry on their shoulders:  It's true, Sunday's edition of the CBS legend gave huge law firms and attorneys an opportunity to vent about mean ol' Trump, the schoolyard bully going after his alleged enemies in the legal profession.  Oh, how they fear for the very survival of the Constitution, all because Trump Is Coming.  One wonders how they enjoy feeling as Trump did during all the lying poop dumped on him by Democrats with the help of certain attorneys?  CBS was sure to throw in a conservative attorney for balance, but really -- balance depends upon a scale's accuracy in weighing matter.  Or a weighty matter.

Movie tariffs:  President Trump wants 100 percent tariffs on foreign films brought into the USA.  Please, Mr. President, I beg you -- let the foreign film procession remain free, lest we end up with American-based motion pictures such as "Making Love" and a succession of the same touchy-feely, estrogen-dripping, best buddies films we already endure.