No Kings Performed by No Brains

As far more involved people than I have mentioned, the "No Kings" demonstrations, obviously intended as just one more attack on President Trump, his money and his influence, were apparently paid for by influential America-hating billionaires on the political left (surprise!).  To get this straight -- members of the billionaire class organized funding to pay for posters and all the usual street trash paraphernalia condemning billionaires named Donald Trump. Hmm.  All one has to do is take a good look at the well-organized crowds of hysterical or plain-crazy protestors and there must be an immediate realization that all of this is just bad, very bad drama.  These are the events which make radical Democrats proud.  Unfortunately, these are also the events portraying the street trash and leftists as insane, stupid or deluded almost by trademark.

Match the "No Kings" nonsense with brand new findings that FEMA under Uncle Joe Biden actually DID -- by intent -- deny or inhibit aid to disaster survivors if they were known to be Republicans or Trump supporters and what do you have?  You have all the fascism for which one could hope when coordinated with all the other actions that consistently failing Democrat leaders subject the American people to when opportunities arise.

Republicans and Trump are not perfect, but anybody searching high and low for the threat of a fascist government usurping the country and its Constitution must look firmly to the left, the "modern" Democrat Party whose very roots are being chomped into a black void by extremists dedicated to an ultimately demonic form of "hope and change."  Their hope and change, not ours.

Or as former president Obama, that grand old master and supreme leader of the Democrats once said in a moment of declarative health care ("Obamacare") brilliance, if you like your doctor you can keep your doctor.

Concurrently then, we assume that under Democrat rule sometime in the future, if you like your country you can keep your country?  Don't bet on it.

Outcasts and Infighting

While Taylor Swift sings (for those who care) and captures the attention of swooning female fans and horny teenage boys, going unnoticed by those anchored in brief and ultimate irrelevance are strange things speeding through our solar system from some far, far place in the universe.  If it isn't an asteroid seemingly controlled by unusual propulsion qualities (Oumuamua) it's the more recent 3I/ATLAS comet, a most peculiar visitor -- never to return -- announcing its coming with peculiar and wildly unexpected attributes.  That this ancient (three billion years old?) gigantic artifact appears to be spraying out actual water, quantities large enough to equal what a fire hose would blow out 24/7, has set conventional cometary theory on its ass.

One might wonder whether our little corner of The Vast Somethingness is poised to receive even more and stranger outcasts from a place and time long far away.  Are we in receipt of the flotsam and jetsam of some long dead solar system whose remnants are finally making their way toward ours?  Comets are generally believed to be among the earliest fragments of the universe's creation, the witnesses and watchers of all that is or was -- yet this one appears all but equipped for overnight camping out, complete with H2O and whatever resources of which we still know little.

Actually, taking a ride on a comet (echoes of a reviewer's praise of Charles Fort's books come to mind. . .) out and away from planet Earth doesn't sound like a bad idea, now that American business people (Ford Motor Co., etc.) have returned from a tour of Chinese factories in shock, astounded by China's immense progress in robotics, energy production, inexpensive automobiles and other futuristic plans -- while we in the USA sit on our hands, intimidated and slowed in our efforts by politics, absurd mountains of legislation and unions, unions, unions.  Are we dead yet?

But impressed we are with President Trump's efforts both in the Middle East and on the ground with I.C.E. in America.  

Trouble is, in trying to negotiate anything, when we look upon radical Islam and say oh, my, what a backward, brutal ancient religion you are -- and then Islam or those of a similar mind might respond by saying, whoa dude, your Christianity is also an ancient religion with its faults, so who are you to tell us we're inferior?  Simply put, whether the name is Jesus, Mohammad, Zeus, Thor, the goddess Diana  or a wooden god on a post constructed by some old jungle civilization it's all confined in the same bubble o' craziness, and the only escape is to grab onto the next comet or asteroid and get out of town. Oh, and speaking of comet riders -- be sure to say hi to Marshall Applewhite and the gang.

Bits and Pieces for October 2025

So, it's Sunday and I'm drifting among the morning news shows, the talking heads and various disembodied voices attached to radio and TV, and there pops up a declaration from the Pope in the Vatican.  "Embrace immigrants," he advises -- commands -- the world.  Mr. Pope, sir, thank you very much, but why don't you fill your personal papal bedroom with lodging for a few dozen Third World Islamic cutthroats and head-choppers and see if your head remains attached to the rest of your Holiness in the morning? Seems that's the least you can do, considering how The Church has spent decades filling my country, the USA, with the scummiest and most change-resistant people on the planet.  As always. breaking news from the Vatican is seldom worth chicken feed, and when it involves me paying for its intentions, the words go to hell (literally) come to mind.

While some of you despise the Trump administration to the max, keep in mind what the Democrats did to us and will do again once they regain power one day.  Anybody who believes the borders will remain secure and the nation's crime rate on the decline is living a leftist fantasy.

Dr. Jane Goodall dies:  The world lost one super- compassionate human who actually understood animal intelligence and the balance of nature, while the rest of us sat around scratching our butts and wondering what we can kill to either prepare in the kitchen or mount on the wall with some depraved sense of pride beyond my personal understanding.  Then I look around and. . .

Every damned thing revolves around sports! Like some kind of mass-induced gulag, there is no escape.  Wherever one looks, somebody attempts to put a ball in a hole, in a hoop, over a net, over a painted line or sometimes even into somebody else's face.  Then half the country cries when a "sports injury" defeats somebody on the playing field who, for the most part, was there mainly to satisfy his or her own ego.  Colorful uniforms and athletic "gear" complete the non-stop foolishness to which alleged adults are exposed, culminating into losers and winners and locker room interviews where players repeat exactly the same words they said last time.  To them I dedicate today's visual, the chest wig they all wear literally or in their minds.

The only thing crazier than the "support your team" madness which somehow keeps society going is the parent, generally a father, insistent upon getting his son into youth sports so he "doesn't turn into a homosexual," oblivious to the possibility that exposing his child to the locker room showers and strict male camaraderie might tip those scales in precisely that direction (consider stories from all-male boarding schools).

On the subject of who's gay/who's not gay, we will suggest to Secretary Hegseth that while we understand the reasoning behind not enticing trans people to join the military (too many emotional problems), he needs to leave gay servicemen and women alone.  I contend that, as in civilian life, hospitals and medical centers rely substantially upon a gay health care population of employees.  Military hospitals?  Oh, you bet.

Saturday Night Live:  The new season premiere had a moment or two, but sucked far more than I anticipated.  I guess "Bad Bunny" has an entertainment presence, but maybe he could just drop the Bunny part from his name.  SNL has long become filler material for empty viewer heads.  Bring back the late, late show movie, even if it's necessary to reach back to the thirties for celluloid relief.

Sophie's choice:  The almost-assassin of Supreme Court Justice Kavanaugh is going to prison for a few years, apparently not as much as he would have had he not turned tranny with a new name of "Sophie."  That men so easily become women these days is on the same level as "professional" athletics to me.

Ivermectin and you:  If you're not watching "Full Measure" on TV every week you're missing a lot.  Attempts to make a generic version of the old standby drug ivermectin available over the counter (perhaps with hydroxychloroquine) for Covid relief are in play -- and should be, as was discussed this week (see my link to watch the current episode).

Blowing up boats from Venezuela:  Okay Mr. President, but are we simultaneously drugging the hell out of ocean creatures when all that Fentanyl and other concoctions infiltrate the sea?  How do you administer Narcan to a shark or octopus?

Abortion pills for the masses:  Well, THAT pissed off Republicans who aren't accustomed to being blind-sided.  A derivative of the abortion pill Mifepristone has been approved for the public by the courts, while hardcore GOP congressional folk anticipated otherwise.  For all the good things Republicans are doing, there is always a segment that persists in taking control of women's bodies and essentially beating them with their Bibles.  Mr. or Ms. congressional representative, I say to you:  Conduct your personal lives as you wish, but leave women who aren't you alone.  Good grief, you insist you're showing compassion while at the same time demanding prison and other punishment for reproductive decisions not to your liking.  Yes, women need to live with the decisions they make, but such decisions are theirs nonetheless, so go back to your desks and your pulpits and worry about your own souls or lack thereof.

Congratulations I.C.E.  The street trash hate you, but cleaning up the stink-tuary cities and defeating so-called public officials who endorse plain ol' criminality is the right thing to do.

The FCC:  My preference would be to abolish the Federal Communications Commission entirely (maybe I'm still pissed that I had to obtain that Third Class broadcast license years ago which amounted to absolutely nothing), but I must say its director Mr. Carr -- whom I highly respect nonetheless -- did cut it a bit close regarding the Jimmy Kimmel situation.  If I had my way, there's not a word that could be censored on the airwaves or in print, though libel and slander laws would likely remain virtually intact.

A star is born: Artificial Intelligence creates an actress.  You've seen her image, a digitally manufactured actress with extreme beauty and a head filled with nothing but what the production staff decides to install.  But why does Hollywood rage, when "she" as a digital construction mimics exactly so many other actors in the industry?  No wonder Hollywood is running scared.  Sorry Tinseltown, not even your socialist benefactors can save you now.  Referencing motion picture history, may we suggest that the rain in Spain stays mainly on the computerized brain?

By the way, celebs:  What is this tendency to produce bio movies of actors and actresses STILL LIVING?  Shouldn't we rightfully wait until they're dead so the really bad or creepy stuff can be included in a biopic?  I mean, hell, would a living Joan Crawford have approved Mommie Dearest in its final form?!  I don't wish them an early demise, but wouldn't it be best to wait on doing bio epics on the likes of Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen or Neil Diamond?  As humans, we all have this little problem of bits and pieces of our lives leaking out AFTER we're gone, and it just seems so wrong to film essential tributes to celebs somehow honoring celebrities about whom pieces, good or bad, are still missing.  Thank GOD I'm a forgettable nothing with the prospect of not so much as a series of Polaroid shots made of my own life!

TikTok sex and Others:  You devoutly religious folk have a problem.  You're telling your kids not to post naked online photos or videos or to have sex at an early age.  That's nice, trouble is God apparently gave them functioning body equipment at a very early age.  Why?  To lead them into temptation, risking holy punishment?  What are they supposed to do with sex?  The ancients apparently celebrated sex at all ages, yet our enlightened overseers with government or so-proper social connections strive to deny reality every minute of every day.  How is it that sex and prison remain so closely related in contemporary society?  Anyway, as we were saying, the rain in Spain stays mainly. . .

Heeeeeeeeere's God!

Religious strife around the world seems endless, and recent events in the USA involving the murders of innocent people in Michigan at the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and of course the slaying of Charlie Kirk in Oklahoma reflect chaos hard at work.  Practicing freedom of speech is often difficult enough these days, but dare to flavor your words with religion and you tempt death via the unstable, the fascistic, an organized groups of assassins or the brainpower-deprived.

As a kid I went to a Methodist church every Sunday ("Methodists?  Ha, we used to make them sit in the middle of the pew!" once admitted a fellow UFO researcher who attended a Baptist Church as a child) and my family was involved in church events.  When the Reverend Montgomery died following many years of service, his position was filled with the Reverend Smith, and he and my dad didn't exactly hit it off because dad had always questioned whether one needs a "middle man" to communicate with or steer people to God.  They had a couple of heated discussions, enjoyed very much by both, but eventually our church attendance dwindled as other family and social issues came into play.

By the time I reached my teenage years and graduated from a childhood love of monster and science fiction movies and publications to a very serious interest in the topic of UFOs and other phenomena (the "other" side being the result of reading Charles Fort's books -- you know, like the guy I quote at the top of this blog?), my church attendance was zero.  Our church relationships had unraveled over time and we all drifted to other realms. Me, I was beginning to wonder if religious teachings and UFOs had anything in common.

But a Sunday church visit was still in my future.  During early Air Force basic training in 1968, there came upon the base a Sunday drenched in rain, and nevertheless the training instructors strongly "encouraged" we basic trainees of the Christian faith to attend church services on base.  Reluctantly, I dressed appropriately, threw on a raincoat and splashed my way to the base church.

Sitting there as the roof of this lofty house of worship was pelted with a continuous barrage of rain, I and other airmen in attendance already felt a depression we had never endured, for we knew not whether our continued technical training after basic would qualify us to go to Vietnam or to some other hell hole.

It had been my experience in churchgoing days of the past that members of the clergy who speak before the faithful generally try to inspire the heart, or the soul if you wish, and if things go as they should the flock should exit the building feeling somewhat heightened in spirit.  On this particular Sunday, that did not happen.

In fact, the Air Force clergyman, a captain as I recall, took the opportunity on this dark and hopelessly dreary day to depress us further, reminding us as we already realized how sad we were to be called away from our homes (many of us enlisted as an alternative to the military draft which had already barked at our heels).  For some, raindrops still clustered about their clothing gave way to tears quietly flowing as the man droned on, UN-inspiring and depressing the crap out of us.

By the time this session had mercifully ended and we, the congregation, departed in silence, the gloom had grown gloomier.  For me, this was the one day a church sermon might have been welcome.  Instead, I felt as though I had been exposed to some very, very bad theater.

Turn the radio dial and a smattering of talk show hosts will advise that we attend church because going back is the only way to save the country.  Maybe, I'm not sure.  Now that the decades have elapsed, I'm not into organized religion -- not because of some grain of hatred, but because I've read too much about "the strange and unknown."  Once you encounter out of the ordinary things most typical sources don't or won't touch because they fear tipping over the cart of conventionality, you might start to ponder how bizarre our existence is and what's actually behind it.  Stuff to drive you nuts.

I think there are individuals and groups who are already insane because of an immersion into a little too much organized religion and they can't make the jump from there to here without becoming violent.  If one has been "beaten with the Bible" or any other Holy book to excess, to the point where they are literally unable to express an original thought created by their own mind, won't deep frustration or even violence become the outlet?  When one harbors a self-imprisoned compulsion with no release in sight, what happens?

May I gently suggest that a solution to the UFO issue alone may settle a myriad of questions regarding the who, how, why and where of the world's religions?  If you happen to be a person of deep religious faith you will consider me deluded or ignorant, and that's okay. You be you . . . and I won't be you.  https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=xTPmCSu_55M

Post-Teenage Mutant Assassins

Tyler Robinson appears to be the second-most name of the month, perhaps eclipsing even the passing of actor Robert Redford. I had been told growing up that we had Robinsons in the family, though I never met any of them. I doubt any family relationship here because, after all, the country is actually awash in Robinsons, everywhere you look.

But this particular Robinson, alleged murderer of Charlie Kirk, carries a name guaranteed to survive in infamy as much for his presumed assassination of Kirk as for his personal and political beliefs. You've already been clobbered with the details of his life, his love relationship with a transitioning male (to female) roommate and his incredible hatred for Charlie Kirk. To paraphrase from George Orwell's Animal Farm, all people in America have freedom of speech, but some people have more freedom of speech than others, and are therefore apparently enabled to kill those of an opposing viewpoint.

The extreme left in this country is just rabid, hot-headed beyond reason and brain-brooded crazy with radical ideas, lies and exaggerations intended often to serve the most dangerous people in the world. The phenomenon is especially prevalent among young people who, in many instances, probably see no future for themselves in what they're being shown or told by authorities enhanced by seniority and power. Increasingly, we've little in common with one another, and people will be affected in various ways as they absorb visions and words of hatred sometimes leading to disaster.

So the curtain is down, for now. 

Should Tyler Robinson be found guilty at trial and put on Utah's death row, the rest of society's Charlie Kirk assassination nightmare will proceed. If he's executed by the state the MAGA-hating radical left will wave its magic wand of miracles and make Robinson a martyr, and his legend will be enhanced and humanized in order to serve many masters. Maybe better to give him life in prison, where he will be forgotten among the shadows of time.

Young people in the USA very much require heroes of achievement, not martyrs of horrible deeds.

Arising almost simultaneously with Kirk's murder were cries of making "hate speech" a crime, and sadly a good share of this thinking emanated from those on the political right. Me, I intend to speak out and hate anybody and anything I wish, but if my words directly result in actions driven to kill, defame or destroy there would likely be problems of legality, if not charges of criminal behavior on my part. 

 And yes, I have noted in the past that a major problem with these young shooters is all the trouble they exert is getting everything just right before they take action (the firearms, the gear, the attitude) -- and then they always shoot the wrong people. I mean, if you're going to take that Extra Step and be loony enough to take somebody out, make it a Hitler, a Putin or the wanted-at-any-cost serial killer/rapist, and not the fast-food employee who couldn't bag your fries fast enough.

So now we have Robinson in addition to Mangione in society's custodial care. What influences these agenda-blinded zombies, if not social media and infectiously leftist college and university professors? Radical intentions don't come about merely through osmosis from the ground to the brain. To deny that right now the country is well-populated with fringe group followers and insane young people all but willing to pull a trigger or thrust a knife blade is to invite repetition. A solution to this chaos for a country guided by constitutional principles and freedoms will not come easily, if at all. Ours is a nation slowly turning its most valuable historical inheritance over to children of ignorance, mal-education, apathy violence and barely an inkling of common sense.

The murder of Charlie Kirk was tragic and senseless -- and relentlessly reported upon -- but we suspect that a significant number of observers will respond with a so-what? attitude, and in the end, after the tears are long dried and evaporated, few will know the difference between Charlie Kirk, Captain Kirk of Star Trek, actors Tommy Kirk or Kirk Cameron, a Scottish church called a kirk or a thousand other Kirks.

As for Robinson, I'm going to do what I often do, which is to make a prediction, aware that my glances into the future don't always turn out well. Anyway: When push comes to shove on the death penalty, there will arise a general consensus about "what Charlie would have wanted" and if I'm reading his family and close friends right, the word mercy will creep into the conversation following the ongoing rage and death will be off the table in exchange for life in prison. Yes, this is Utah -- AND the Feds -- we're talking about, but I believe some very serious thinking will be accomplished before the almost guaranteed vision of martyrdom for Robinson via execution occurs. Would Charlie want his killer executed? Surely, that basic question will overwhelm the halls of justice as this unusually special case proceeds.

On Grinding Kimmel to Kibble and How UFO Talk Once Canceled an ABC-TV Show

The last time I checked, in the USA we're allowed to say or write stupid things, as long as lives aren't threatened or otherwise homicidal or injurious actions are not encouraged.  Unfortunately, with the uproar surrounding ABC-TV talk show host Jimmy Kimmel and his absurd comment this week regarding MAGA having a close relationship with the assassination of Charlie Kirk, the political right has paid homage to a very deep lesson from the howling leftist media which it (rightfully) despises so much.

While President Trump and his associates claim victory in the suspension of Kimmel from his nightly show -- and wishing the same fate for competing talk shows on other networks -- one wonders what happened to that thick skin traditionally enveloping conservative bodies, the attitude that says say what you will because words are words and they bounce off harmlessly like raindrops while making either valid or invalid points of view?

We understand also that Sinclair and Nexstar Broadcasting are in merger discussions, as are other broadcasters, and that there may be some desire here to please Trump and the FCC, who will be key players in the success of any such major corporate maneuver.

Me?  I haven't watched a late-night TV talk show since the days of Johnny Carson, David Letterman and Jay Leno.  These were the days when late-night TV was fun as well as educational.  My favorite, however, was Tom Snyder on NBC, who invited the most outrageous guests and topics available. 

Early in his career Snyder attempted a generally unsuccessful shot at acting, listed as Thomas Snyder, and if you're a fan of the fifties TV western, The Rifleman there is one episode where Snyder briefly shows up for mere seconds with several other actors as they sit upon horses in town.  Don't blink or you'll miss the scene.

Yes, Snyder was a publicity hog, screwed up now and then with various news reporting ventures, but he was fun to watch.  After he lost his Tomorrow TV show on NBC, he briefly hosted a syndicated call-in radio show out of L.A. and I was fortunate to have called in one night where I had the opportunity to speak with a Jackie Gleason historian -- who, strangely, seemed oblivious to the well-known fact that Gleason had owned one of the largest libraries of books regarding UFOs and the paranormal in the world.

But I do go on, don't I?  I brought all of this up to lead in to another instance where ABC-TV banished a late-night host -- this time, forever.  His name was Les Crane, once a popular DJ and once the husband of famed actress Tina Louise (who is still with us).  During his popularity in the 1960s ad seventies Crane released a well-received LP record album entitled, Desiderata.

At a time when ABC was experimenting with the late-night format and making decisions on its future they joined with Crane to produce and offer national viewers a show with a studio audience in an attempt to compete with Carson and others who resided comfortably in the late hours of TV.  Crane's show took off and enjoyed a fan base for a brief few weeks, though like its eventual successors beating NBC big time was a dream not to come true.

You can read all about the Crane show and its downfall on my earlier postings via this link:   https://robert-barrow.blogspot.com/2007/05/tv-show-destroyed-by-ufos-part-1.html  but my main point is that I believe Les Crane was canceled by ABC primarily because, during a caustic interview he conducted with the then-director of the UFO organization NICAP in the sixties, he also invited a skeptical -- no, make that a debunking -- astronomer to join in the emotionally charged "massacre" of Keyhoe's attempt to indict the Air Force re UFO information censorship.  The national TV audience saw this as ganging up on Keyhoe and they were outraged.  While NICAP suddenly received tons of new interest by the public, the standing of Crane's already fading show quickly deflated and cancellation was its fate.**

At the time, I was pleased about ABC's action, but felt bad because I did like Les Crane (an Air Force veteran like myself) and his talented career, and if this happened today I would feel differently because there really is room for everybody to speak -- even Jimmy Kimmel.  So please, political right:  Don't be like the radical left by wanting to censor what you don't like.  Did you learn nothing while Biden was in charge? Respond boldly instead, and don't shoot the messenger for his stupid message.

** Once I started this blog years ago, I was surprised to get an e-mail from a member of Les Crane's family, inquiring about where to find my article.  Whether there was merely some interest on the family's part or whether they suspected I was smearing Crane's name I do not know, but even after offering to give the person space to respond to my article I never heard anything more.

Doth the Cheshire Cat Also Jump Over the Moon?

This week's top creature feature took place during the latest congressional UFO hearing in Washington when those in attendance viewed a military video taken off the coast of Yemen last year, showing a Hellfire missile attacking a UAP/UFO, where the detonated missile appeared to simply bounce off the object.

First, I'm not sure about the wisdom of firing on something unknown, but maybe there was more going on than we know.

Second, if this video didn't finally make a case for all of those reported incidents from at least World War II and going forward -- usually doubted by the skeptics -- of incidents where military pilots all but swore on their very lives that they KNOW they fired and made contact with things in the sky resulting in no apparent effect or damage whatsoever (except for cases where the pilots themselves were allegedly affected by intense heat sources after gaining on such objects), I don't know what will.

A close observation of this week's main video isn't required to note also that as the missile apparently hit its mark some smaller objects seem to have separated from the UFO -- which, unaffected, immediately followed the primary object as it soared along.

Reaching back to the early sixties, I fondly remember my file folders stuffed with letters from government officials and various authorities pretty much denying the very existence of UFOs.  At least those days may meet a well-deserved end.  We hope.

So what exactly was going on in that military video?  Does established (or crazy) science have a clue?  As we're all forced to bow to artificial intelligence, and risks to humans not yet imagined likely to accompany its progress, will AI make perfect sense out of the often nonsensical appearing UFO quagmire?

The video?   https://nypost.com/2025/09/09/us-news/shocking-radar-footage-shows-hellfire-missile-fired-by-us-military-directly-hit-ufo-over-ocean/

I don't know what's going on, but I had a thought or two, ASSUMING this is a real video of a genuine unknown..  For instance, did the UFO have an ability to "read" everything about the missile before it even struck?  Did the object have a quality wherein it knew everything about the missile just as it hit, allowing a fractional split-second response?  A precognitive sense?  Did it know what the drone's pilot was thinking?  We're already familiar with instances where UFOs appear to have locked on to and/or comprehended real-time conventional aircraft instrumentation well in advance of evasive or confrontational action initiated by human pilots.

Mirrors.  I wondered.  A mirror reflects an image.  Does the UFO possess some technological mirror, somehow reflecting externally or internally what it encounters at light speed, duplicating what it then knows in order to react accordingly and swiftly?  I suppose this would require some kind of protective external layer of plasma or electricity or whatever on the UFO, but like most mirrors busted into pieces by a smashing blow there would still be support structures behind them. 

Could a UFO mimic precisely one and all the things it encounters in the sky to protect its environment?  If atoms and molecules and substances of which we are perhaps unaware can be manipulated so that something as elaborate as a guided missile can instantly be detected in terms of force, mass and exact effects, can the mysterious sky-born enigma conjure up a similar force to cancel out its destructive qualities?  A mirror image of what exists, in essence, causing said missile to collide with a duplicate, a clone if you will, of itself in an intricately altered space-time continuum, causing damage primarily to the dispensed missile?

In the realm of the impossible, is it possible that the UFO's very structure is composed so differently from our own aircraft that the meeting of missile and object have little or nothing in common with one another?  Are UFOs like M&M candies, protected by a hard, impervious shell to keep the contents blissfully unaware of external forces?  Exactly what keeps the strange objects out of harm's way, no matter what we throw at them?  Can they be here and not here at the same time?

Anyway, this would be something for the physicists to contemplate, aside from historians perhaps mulling over troublesome theories of whether the UFO phenomenon's bright and shiny objects account for the origin of favored religions on Earth.  

Beware or entertain the theories of an aging crackpot, but let's continue bringing on the military videos and films!  If little else at the moment, science has been confounded by the UFO/UAP, and some of its cherished tenets appear to have been turned upside-down.  Are we ready for more, or shall the UFO phenomenon remain the smiling Cheshire cat of the skies?

Grab Bag

Engaged in a very expensive and comprehensively planned activity of hide-and-seek, with I.C.E. agents pretty much gaining the upper hand on the seek part, illegal aliens from coast to coast are on the run, even if running consists simply of concealment by a friendly neighbor.

It's astounding, however, to watch city protestors turn out by the hundreds or thousands dedicated to supporting the criminality with which they live. The "just came here for a better life" mantra wears thin, and the question that should be asked all over the country, but isn't, is:  Why weren't you storming street demonstrators raising this much vocal and poster hell while Joe Biden was allowing these illegal folks in by the train load?

So now Trump has taken it upon himself to do the right thing and reverse course on this Biden outrage, sending in whatever it takes to remove and/or eradicate the criminal human fungus which, sadly for all concerned, has taken root in U.S. cities and communities.

Sometimes I think that if I see one more contrived national TV network news video about unaccompanied children my grab bag of hostility will turn into a gag bag (the kind where you choke, not joke).

Meanwhile, in a hearing last week, as the usual House suspects attacked RFK Jr. for owning more brains than they can buy for their heads even with the money Big Pharma contributes to their campaigns, it appears nobody is yet concerned enough to bring up the rubbery arterial clots perhaps attributable to Covid mRNA shots, as found in deceased people.  Where did science and legislators go on this one, to a vacation perhaps?

The media continue to report how Covid shots save thousands of lives, yet fall short on focusing on young people who experienced coronary emergencies after receiving them.  Did we not just glance at a report, a military study suggesting that flu shots may make one susceptible more easily to acquiring Covid?  We are truly in pharmaceutical hell.  Me, I have taken many immunizations for various diseases, but would hope never to introduce the mRNA version into myself unless and until a number of serious questions can be answered satisfactorily -- which may be never.

Fall is in the air soon!  What does that mean?  It means leaves in the gutter, Halloween scares in the making, the crisp night air and, oops, almost forgot -- possible power shortages as AI continues to gobble up vastly increasing amounts of energy at your expense.  When our toes turn black and fall off this winter because our smart meters blame us for attempting to stay somewhat warm-ish, let's be sure to thank technology for making our lives better.

Back to School!  While parents cringe and law enforcement does everything it can to keep schools, buses, crosswalks and children safe during those important hours of in-house education, what's going to be the safeguard or cure when somebody or some group awash in drones decides to precision-direct several with powerful explosives attached to the local middle school?  Is it any secret that if one is going to perform terrorism, they tend to do it  with particular attention paid to the chore?  Escape seems increasingly futile as society winds its way through the maze.

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.