Disclosure or Mis-closure?

New word for my personal dictionary:  Mis-closure.

So far, government releases of UFO files are interesting, often familiar, but as some old ladies asked in that old TV commercial, "Where's the beef?"

Decades of accumulated evidence of (as the late broadcaster Paul Harvey might have said) "what's its" have surely led us significantly beyond what has trickled out of official files so far this year.  Yes, only three collections have come to view in recent months, but despite what little patience I can muster I'm starting to get that familiar old feeling of -- the best is yet to come and did I miss it already?

If it's details we want, it's details for which we may go begging unsuccessfully.  You just know that the national security folk are cautiously if not eagerly hanging out in the background, making decisions about things which should not remain classified.

Simply considering the mountains of UFO evidence documented by private researchers and organizations over many years, I think most of us accept without question that military and government entities must surely be sitting on things of remarkable quality and scientific interest.  What of missing pilot F. Valentich whose microphone picked up scraping sounds as he encountered something over the ocean before disappearing?  What of the old Lake Superior case where radar showed a military aircraft and UFO merging, with no trace of the plane ever found (though claims of debris pop up now and then, apparently unconvincingly)?  Such bizarre beyond bizarre incidents are many, more than we know most likely.

Is there any power able to wrestle information from the "deep state" files we otherwise would never know about or have an opportunity to examine?

Trust in government isn't very high currently, and one wonders whether hopes of disclosure could deteriorate into mis-closure.  Worry not about finding a definition for mis-closure, because the primary word disclosure hasn't been clearly defined in the UFO arena, either.

Bits and Pieces for July 2026

It isn't lost on me that a significant portion of my readers would rather gargle with cat fur than listen to conservative radio, but when a mega-popular broadcaster such as Glenn Beck slowly starts picking up on the UFO subject in a serious manner, I believe heads turn.  Just before ending last Thursday's radio show, as live programs prepared to shut down for the Independence Day holiday, Beck briefly spoke with Rep. Anna Paulina Luna, she of the forces behind getting UFO information out per White House orders, and Luna is working amazingly hard and well to get all kinds of previously classified information on several issues out to the public.

As Beck prodded her for details regarding UFO investigations, Luna mentioned that a pronouncement of some sort will emerge in a few days.  When he attempted to get clarification regarding whether UFOs represent a spiritual or a defense issue, Luna hinted toward the latter option.

I was also intrigued for more reasons than one a couple weeks ago when a UFO disclosure forum was held in Washington at the Russell Office Building because I wondered how many young members of the media would even know that the late Senator Richard Russell experienced his own UFO sighting during an airplane flight decades ago -- and details were covered up for quite some time back then.  Details of his UFO incident can be found at nicap.org or at many other sites.

NASA has captured news cycles pretty effectively lately.  My only question is:  Okay, okay, NASA appears off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of deep space. . .but, uh, what about all of these UFO films we're seeing every few days?  I mean, are we the first at anything, really, and shouldn't we look critically upon flying unknown things high above before we sweep their existence aside as we somewhat cavalierly embrace the next moon shot?  The government and media attitude we currently sense requires only an elephant, a sofa and a room lacking essential notice.

Kathy Hochul emerges from her clueless closet:  As intense heat continued to grip the Northeastern U.S. last week, NY governor Kathy Hochul went public and asked New Yorkers to conserve electricity.  What a peculiar concern from a leader who, with the kind assistance of New York's Democratic legislature, believes the state can discard all traditional energy options except for electricity.  People blessed with normal thought patterns already realize this is absolutely unworkable at this time and far into the future.  If only she and they could comprehend evidence over leftist fantasies.

The world remains spellbound by the World Cup:  Why?  Cup of what?  While proponents believe international athletic competition is great for bringing the world together, others might look upon all of this as just another way of dumbing down the masses.  Then I read about college students who read at the level of ten-year-olds and wonder. . .

Our utmost condolences go out to surviving insect family members of Iran's dead and departed Supreme Bleeder -- um, Leader -- for whom the most notable religious crazies in the nation currently spend weeks in mourning.  May they one day be mourned also, if the decent Iranian/Persian people ever reclaim their once revered and productive country.  If only an atmospheric storm of rifles and ammo could saturate portions of Iran where sane folks could take up arms and wipe out the monstrous Islamic Insane-osaurs and Sharia-dactyls, the world would be a better place. Rest in pieces, Supreme dead savage dictator, and may you eternally enjoy sex with those afterlife virgin sewer rats misinterpreted as human females by your throwback religion.  Allah at bar, so drink up boys, drinks are on the house!

Alpha-Gal syndrome, caused by bites from the longhorn tick, appears to be spreading across the United States. After this particular tick bites cattle and certain other animals, it can then transmit an enzyme (?) or some substance during bites on humans, causing a life-long inability to tolerate eating red meat without becoming violently ill.  Though this must obviously be especially distressing to those who enjoy a good steak now and then, survivalists will be particularly distressed because when the worst at last arrives the reliability of cannibalism may no longer be an option.  Good grief, one can't depend upon anything anymore for proper nutrition in times of stress.

Earthquakes in Venezuela, gigantic digital chip factories and AI centers popping up all over the place, high heat and humidity accompanied by stepped up efforts at paving and blacktopping away the world's most beautiful and essential fields, forests, meadows and grasslands:  Are we crazy enough yet?  Folks who worry about their children's future sure have a funny way of expressing it by taking away from them everything real, natural and good, and when disaster strikes we respond by creating more disasters, if not disastrous opportunities.  Fortunately, TV sports events offer the perfect anesthestic even as the wound expands.

(Thank you I.C.E. for all you do.  The more that Democratic socialists despise your officers, the better.)

Inescapable

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suit Yourself (or Have it Your Way)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

New First Cousin to the Maytag Repairman?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Other Side of Those Government UFO Information Releases

Okay, this is all simply inappropriate, but were it otherwise why would I bother writing this stuff?

First of all, most of the objects in those government UFO information releases to date remind me of floaters  -- you know, those tiny things that seem to dart about in your eyesight, particularly if one's optical fluid level is high?  Do we live in a gigantic eyeball populated simultaneously by alien floaters?

In some of the films, UFOs move about as if with tails, resembling sperm cells in search of eggs in the sky to fertilize.  In others, the quick movements all over the place in irregular patterns remind me of Gerald Heard's old book, Is Another World Watching, suggesting some UFOs are animals -- not that far off from ideas fostered by Ivan T. Sanderson, Vincent Gaddis and others of an era gone by.
 
Of course, these musings are hardly anything more than musings, for we know that such strange encounters often involve radar contact and. . .contact, period.  Whatever flits about in the skies, seemingly with not a care in the world, perhaps it/they do so at our own peril.

Dear J. Edgar Hoover:  We all know the stories about the FBI's former Director, so every time I check the government .pdf files and see a letter from J. Edgar Hoover I wonder whether he was cross-dressing while simultaneously having a secretary respond to some daring citizen's letter fearing saucers.  When responding to a letter with some statement about passing their letter on to the Air Force for action, I wonder -- sir, what were you wearing?  Something with lace, or feathers? Something to drive your closest associate Clyde mad with anticipation?  Did your mascara run, or was there a run in your nylons?  Then again, how could this guy go through all the trouble of cross-dressing while simultaneously fighting crime, getting the clothing sizes just right, responding to letters about flying saucers and running the Bureau?  Hoover may have answered questions about flying saucers, but we suspect he had other things on his mind.

Having encountered two government releases of UFO files so far, we long for better videos and evidence closer to documenting UFO/UAP landings, markings, electronic footprints and abductions.  As if.  By the way, could there be a connection between the enigma and, say, the current mental health crisis sweeping national brains?  The upcoming motion picture, "Disclosure Day" is soon to erupt on theater screens this month and we predict its airing will do anything but resolve mental health problems.  

Even more concerning -- after Close Encounters of the Third Kind came out, remember the succession of really bad UFO-related fictional cinema that took root?  Just wait. . .

Losing Your Religion (or Trading it for Something Else)

As familiar and/or still less than spectacular UFO files are slowly seeing release from the U.S. government, the subject of extraterrestrial life has once again graced the aisles of religious houses of worship around the country.  This is not surprising, for there hovers a lot on the line for the world's established religions.

A more or less official public recognition of UAP/UFO existence cannot help but cause the religious to question or re-address their beliefs in a deity -- and all the steps it took historically to reach the point where congregations accepted the mind food fed to them.

Attempting to reconcile evidence of strange things in the sky, if not occasionally on the ground, with both ancient and contemporary teachings, wizards of The Faithful must be hard at work currently with the spiritual meat grinder.  Some will insist UFOs represent harbingers of miracles to come, while others see flying demons intent upon doing harm.  A significant number among the clergy would certainly interpret visions of airborne enigmas as angels.  Will reports of religious icons seemingly dripping tears or blood be replaced with sculptures of space aliens?  Let the lack of either identity or purpose serve no part among various religions in determining one's impression of the unknown.

One thing is for certain:  No matter your brand of faith, its proponents are doing everything possible as you sleep to merge doctrine in some way with whatever explanations ultimately may arise from all of this UFO talk.  Nobody wants to be left behind, and absolutely nobody wants to become as irrelevant and unappetizing as old cheese in a rat trap.

The collision of UFOs with religious beliefs is not new, of course.  As a teenager of the fifties and sixties I regularly invested (if that's the word) in books about UFOs, and among the most noteworthy on the religious side was The Bible and Flying Saucers, a thoughtful and daring book written by the Rev. Barry Downing.  Then again, if you wanted to fall off the cliff of rational thinking to clutch your faith with no holds barred, I barely recall Laura Mundo's Flying Saucers and the Father's Plan (if you embraced George Adamski and gobbled up everything printed by Saucerian Publications, this one's for you).  Oh boy.  The fact that so many books of that era relied upon the term, flying saucers, rather than UFOs hardly aided in promoting the phenomenon's public credibility, and the proliferation of generally unhinged "contactees" applied a certain kiss of death upon the topic.

As we await "the good stuff" from government files (personally, I am not optimistic about the best evidence coming forth), we can be sure that people shall continue with the need to "believe in" something, be it God, Jesus, Mohammad, Nefertiti's reincarnation, their cat or a loaf of moldy bread.  But don't "believe in" UFOs when you should instead believe solely in the evidence, the proof, however and wherever it exists.

Bits and Pieces for May 2026

A story behind the story?  I don't know, but the Internet press seems to have found a tidbit about the hero security person who died at the Los Angeles mosque while protecting children and adults.  The claim for starters is that he was allegedly grateful that Hitler killed the Jews.  Oh boy, here we go. If true, maybe the hero thing comes off a bit tarnished.

Me, knowing how Islamists make no bones about proclaiming that everybody (in the USA also) will become Muslim or perish, my next question about that particular mosque and, frankly, all of them is:  What do they actually teach those children day in and day out in the schools?

Islam and Sharia Law have been and will continue to be a threat to American values and, as we're all tired of hearing by now, incompatible with the Constitution of the United States.

Yet, the mosques continue sprouting like yellow jacket nests throughout the nation under the guise of religious freedom.  Nice -- Islamists demand religious freedom for themselves, but not for you or me if we don't happen to subscribe to their throwback dogma.  They will kill us, and we know this because they have already engaged in a killing spree all over the world in the name of Aha, Blah-Blah or some weird-ass god in which they believe.  I guess if one can love and embrace history's infamous allegedly child-molesting prophet Mohammad, anything is possible.  If one really believes that death of the faithful males will be rewarded with virgins in the afterlife, we can only imagine these would be virgin farm animals or something alien.

Trump loses in the polls:  The President is trying his best to secure the Western Hemisphere to make life safe for all, but obstacles in Iran and within his own party aren't helping.  Yes, gas and food are high and few of us are wealthy enough not to notice -- but if one thinks back to WWII when families sacrificed everything and suffered greatly while still supporting the war effort, there might just be a glimpse of what wussies we have become as a society.  Yes, war hurts and kills and inconveniences everybody -- and yes, the war proponents and weapons producers can become quite wealthy as a result, but crazy is crazy and nuts is nuts.  Is there a better solution for ridding the world of a religiously fanatical country's nuke capabilities?  Do you get all aroused at the mere thought of returning Democrats to the White House?  Think hard about that.

We humans. . .we play and we kill, two categories encompassing everything we do. Is that all we are?

Letting the chips fall where they may:  Hint -- they're falling on our heads.  The more digital chip factories we build, the more chips we can make to feed AI and rid ourselves of jobs and reasons to exist.  When the day comes and some robot wheels itself into your cubicle and with a human-sounding voice announces that you're fired -- and then actually kills and fries you instantly with a corporate death ray -- you'll know you've un-arrived.

The Media's Little Green Men Syndrome

I'm a media guy, not a scientist.  In fact, had I listened to a high school English teacher who didn't want me working on the school newspaper because, in her opinion, my writing would never amount to anything, who knows?  If eventually writing about UFOs and seeing my articles published in newspapers and national magazines was an indication that my writing was nevertheless abhorrent, hmm, maybe she had a point.

Despite the questionable inadequacies preventing me from gracing the pages of my former high school newspaper way back in the sixties, I have a tendency to compare modern media with the old-timie journalism of my youth, and the comparison isn't pretty.  The well-aired fact that so many local TV stations -- and TV networks -- can't even spell or punctuate correctly the words they put up on screen during newscasts now is a definite minus for me.  If they can't get words right, why should I believe what may be churning out of a sloppy newsroom operation?

I was watching a few minutes or so of TV reports on the U.S. government's initial release of some previously unavailable UFO (aka UAP, if you must. . .sigh. . .) files and videos, but didn't spend too much time on these.  By the way, David Muir, Juju Chang, the late Peter Jennings and others at ABC-TV -- you may have a little to account for regarding rather negative UFO "documentaries" from years past, but that's for another day.

Yesterday, radio broadcasts were my thing, as I jumped from channel to channel around the country while many were at least momentarily consumed by reports of The Big Government Release of Anomalous Anomalies.  We really should appreciate what will be an ongoing project to bring truth to public view --IF some gov operative doesn't find a way to throw national security kitty litter on the whole damned thing before Trump's orders to declassify all fully succeed.

But. . .ah yes, our radio talk show friends.  I won't be specific, but the syndrome among many is obvious:  You mention UFOs, and they swing back with why haven't we seen little green men?  Trust me, most of these folks, whilst expert in their knowledge of government and sometimes science itself, don't know ANYTHING about UFO history, the evidence, the technology detecting the presence of seemingly solid objects, or witness profiles.  Among these people their UFO disclaimer talk hasn't advanced one inch since the 1950s when flying saucer banter remained the stuff of jokes.

Like fingernails on a blackboard yesterday, over and over again I heard the radio folks ask, "Do you BELIEVE in UFOs?" And as if to assure themselves that there's nothing for them to observe personally but a Nothingburger some assured curious listeners, "I don't BELIEVE in UFOs."  Are we talking Santa Claus here, or something akin to the Tooth Fairy or Easter Bunny whom little kids "believe in?"  Sounds like a little religion tossed in when they use the word, believe.  I guess somebody on the airwaves might suggest that they BELIEVE Jesus is returning tomorrow night in a UFO, and then everything would be okay because a religious connotation was inserted.

So, some huffy media folk in the know don't believe in UFOs and since they haven't actually witnessed a parade of little green men their minds are made up and few will ever bother diving into the vast -- and I mean vast -- amount of UFO documentation that bright and self-sacrificing researchers and investigators have accumulated over several decades.  I guess it makes good radio to simply blurt out something about little green men and then remain blissfully ignorant about a subject so readily dismissed or ridiculed.

Fortunately, there exist people on radio (and podcasts) who take the subject seriously and actually know the facts of which they speak.  For instance, I recently encountered Mike Ryan's "UFO Talker" podcast out of Canada, and his weekly broadcasts actually remind one of (gasp!) journalism.

In the meantime, until the next batch of government UFO files appears, a disturbing number of radio folk are already reloading their broadcast shotguns with #1 Little Green Men ammo, ready and willing to fire off a volley of whatever amount necessary to get a laugh while simultaneously remaining hopelessly ignorant.  

May I ask -- don't you members of the broadcast airwaves have a responsibility by now to address such matters as the UFO by telling the people the truth?  The days of ridicule in both the media and among the scientific community deserve a hasty and final exit. We anticipate that this option shall become clear as more files are released (um, assuming that nothing substantial is excluded by those pesky Unseen Determinants). 

As April 2026 Departs. . .

While I'm no particular fan of James Comey, I do feel it appropriate to weigh in on the "86 47" seashell issue.  Of course, I never expected to get any closer to an issue of this nature than to repeat 10 times in rapid succession, She sells seashells by the seashore.  Nevertheless. . .

Many people are making an issue of the number 86, supposedly a numerical directive to kill somebody.  However, other opinions say no, this actually indicates silencing someone.

From a most unexpected source may I just say -- playwright Mart Crowley presented his hit Broadway play in the 1960s entitled, The Boys in the Band.  The plot centers around a group of homosexual friends attending a birthday party in which emotional devastation becomes the party gift of the evening.  Crowley's play quickly made it to motion picture film and the play itself, though somewhat dated by now, continues to pop up now and then in playhouses around the country.

I believe I recall a spot in the motion picture where a major character, angered by the comments of another, suddenly shouts "86!" and the annoying voice goes silent for the moment.  Demanding silence does not equate with calls for murder.

Keeping this and other uses of a mere number in mind, I cannot imagine a judge NOT throwing this case out of court in a split second.  As far as other Comey-derived issues go with the legal system, that's perhaps another story.

Jimmy Kimmel (sigh) again:  The controversy goes on. but I will opt for First Amendment freedoms.  And his comment about the First Lady was made two days before alleged journalists needed to dive under tables, starved without food as JAL (Just Another Lunatic) sprinted toward the banquet room like a track & field athlete.  Frankly, Kimmel can do what he does, but I'm amazed that someone whose child's life was saved by the good people of medical science turned out so bitter or whatever the hell it is that influences his endless rant. To be fair, I've never watched an entire Kimmel show in my life and have no reason to expose myself to the brand of bullsh** most late-night TV has become, but if this is your favorite eye candy go for it.

Iran's crazy side of its split personality:  These whacked-out servants of their Allahlunatic need to get with the future and understand that even though nukes may no longer be within their grasp, the entire planet may perish anyway thanks to a little thing called artificial intelligence.  Why lift a finger when mutual destruction is almost guaranteed?  Even as I type this, employees of factories all over the world are producing digital chips intended to erase good jobs forever, and the world's people will lapse into feelings of depression, uselessness and despair upon discovering that the exact jobs they desire no longer exist. So just hold on, Iranian nuts: Israel, the Great Satan of the West and everybody else will one day be as gone as they would by way of your intended nukes, but with AI.  Unless, of course, our human genetic declination gets there first.

Bomba Socks:  What the. . .? Couldn't they come up with an original name for their product? Bomba was the cinema's jungle boy of the 1940s portrayed by actor Johnny Sheffield (who also played the son of Tarzan in some movies) at a time when Tarzan films were popular.  Or is this footwear designed for the jungle?  I'll be watching TV nature programs to see if bush monkeys show up wearing Bomba socks.

James Carville and the Democrats are scary as hell:  Are you listening to or reading the stuff with which these folks concern themselves?  Michael Brown's weekend program last weekend laid out the agenda very well, frighteningly so.  One option appears to be passing legislation without even notifying the public or allowing engagement in a discussion of an issue.  If the new Democrats have their way -- and believe me, the old Kennedy and blue dog Democrats are all but gone -- Puerto Rico and Washington, D.C. will become two more states (leftist through and through, of course) and the Supreme Court could be packed with maybe four more justices.  Some thirty million illegal aliens and their family members could become citizens overnight and political enemies (that is, those on the right primarily) could be tried in the Hague!

Meanwhile, Brown points a puzzled finger at Senate leader John Thune, who appears to be sitting on his hands when it comes to doing significant things such as going all "talking filibuster" in order to pass the important Save America Act.  Nor does he seem willing to allow ANY recess appointments to accomplish funding for DHS and his apparent reluctance at getting the Senate to approve more than 150 executive positions chosen earlier by Donald Trump is an outrage.  While Senate actions or rather lack of such are cause for alarm, the fact that the House side of government anticipates the retirement soon of 36 Republicans and 22 Democrats -- to be replaced by whom? -- is something to watch closely.

A final word:  Canada, save yourself, dump your political progressives and return to something normal.  Remember those days?

Layoffs at the Baby Factory

(BREAKING BROKEN NEWS:  We are positively orgasmic over reports of a multi-faceted indictment of the Southern Poverty Law Center {SPLC} by the U.S. Department of Justice.  Allegations run deep and evidence appears overwhelming regarding the years of social and individual trauma caused by these bastards.  Have you noticed an increase lately in TV commercials attempting to draw in new members? Of course -- they need the money and defending the seemingly indefensible will be expensive.  If justice prevails (and who knows these days) the SPLC will disappear and become a bad-tasting memory.  The damage this bunch has caused over many years for good people deemed bad BY THEM through lies and racist inflammation is incalculable.  If things go as we suspect, the only resolution will involve prison time and fines hefty enough to put this national weed out of business for good.  I hate needing to use the word "allegedly" in all of this, but "all of this is alleged" is usually the phrase of the day in such instances.  And, of course, I am allegedly orgasmic over this.  Oh -- you TV-watching folk might want to hold off on getting that SPLC membership your wildly liberal and crazy aunt insists you obtain.  Now. . .on to the American Civil Liberties Union, please!)


 

According to current estimations, the world is running out of people.  Childbirths have decreased dramatically, fewer people appear to actually be having sex with other humans and things look dire. Really?  Well, okay.  Anyway, I thought it might be interesting or of no value whatsoever to ponder just why male and female sexual equipment is collaborating less in producing more of us.  Here are a few thoughts to consider as you fight highway traffic or avoid gunshots and stabbing at the mall:

1.  Currently, the estimated cost of raising a child in the USA may well exceed $300,000.  Some of you are taking this money and having a good time, wondering why have kids to slow you down?

2.  Considering the enormity of the previous figure, how will one still find money for dog or cat food while raising a kid or two?  Your recreational drugs aren't cheap, either.

3.  Child protective services are now so finally honed in society that if a parent or guardian even looks at a kid funny or dares touch them anywhere for any reason, it's off to the slammer and potentially 20-plus years.  Innocence or intent no longer matters!  Everybody wants to play cop and almost everybody is crazy, and as you've noticed merely from watching your favorite stupid TV show nothing draws in viewers like contrived scripts about children in trouble because of bad parenting or stranger danger.  Who wants to deal with that when purchasing a Venus flytrap and watching it devour house flies may be just as satisfying -- and CPS won't break down your door?

4.  Looking way ahead, reluctant child producers may fear that practitioners of extremist Islam are the only ones making lots and lots of babies, and if non-Islam folks have kids they or their grandchildren may end up forced into marriage to Islamists and living under Sharia Law.  Anybody of another religion aware of this possibility should probably stock up on prayer rugs now and prepare to assume the position several times a day when the call goes out.  Why risk your kids' future?  Head and hand choppers may be the family norm.

5.  A fear of artificial intelligence:  True enough, if you have a child he or she probably won't even require hands or feet because AI will handle every chore or activity imaginable.  What's the point of having kids who you can't even take to the park because all parks have become AI centers or digital chip factories?  Why take them fishing when all the fish in a lake are robots?  How can you even conceive of going to the water park when all the water is filled with forever chemicals, pesticides and human sewage?  Worse, where do you take children for a good time when nothing is free and one must pay for admission to and use of everything that's fun?  What fun?

6.  AI will probably obliterate entire families anyway, so why bother?

7.  Victims of bad marriages finally figured it out.  When dad tearfully proclaimed to son that you really need to marry her because she's beautiful and so smart, or when mom cried and advised daughter that he'll be a great catch, he's so rich and handsome -- what they were really saying was some biologically ingrained thing enticing them into steering their children toward marriages, either good or bad, in order to result in the birth of grandchildren.  When marriages end in divorce or bloody tragedy, it's the mom and or dad of the accused parent who should be on trial as the party who initiated the eventual marital horror story.

8.  Who wants to be cut into pieces and disposed of in the river?  Who wants to drink themselves to death with antifreeze?  Come on, we've all seen enough true crime TV to know how these marital get-togethers turn out after the kids are born.  You thought your wife was just a harmless little creature incapable of giving you what-for?  Or you, ma'am, you cherished your cheating husband who really couldn't stand your cackling and decided one night to bag up pieces of you in trade for the promise of living happily and forever with some pole dancer?  Yeah, maybe making children isn't a choice when you know the risks.

9.  The suburbs.  You marry or hook up and make babies.  You hate your neighbors and their kids and they hate you and yours.  Every day is the same, taxes, pavement and blacktop, no more fields, barely a tree in sight, endless soccer games with fights among parents, road rage in your own neighborhood.  Block parties with laughter, beer and vomit, as your kids engage in social activities guaranteed to make them just like you, and thereby a reason not to procreate.

10.  Children are a joy and pleasure (until they pull off some stupid crime along with their idiot friends and you as the responsible party must pay and/or lose the house, your marriage goes south and you don't even get to keep the cat).

11.  You've been told that it's your obligation to keep "all of this" going and doing so requires childbirth.  "All of THIS?"  Really?  You want to?

12. Disposable diapers filled with poop, cast off in a disposable society of poop, destined to repose in environmentally poisonous landfills brimming with poop-soaked plastic diapers for what seems an eternity.  It only takes one kid to produce a mini-mountain of this stuff. . .

13.  The ugliest baby in the world:  Yes, it's possible.  You may give birth to the ugliest infant ever born, leading you to a life of shame, forced to cover the baby carriage in hope that nobody will accidentally see and send your kid off to the dog pound or to a traveling circus.  Is partnering up and experiencing the joys of unprotected coitus worth the risk?

14.  The definition of doing the same thing over and over and getting the same result:  No, not insanity.  We're talking about really dumb people whose family members all look the same degree of stupid facially and mentally, and who hope by churning out more kids the cycle will somehow be broken -- but it won't.  Stupid is as stupid has always done and chances are good that your fear of genetic stupidity will come true and grace your children like papers from a faulty mimeograph machine from days of old.  Wouldn't you rather have a hamster?

15.  Fear that your child will look like a zoo animal:  Most likely not one of the cute critters.

16.  Aliens casually passing through our solar system from Galaxy X may eat your kid before it reaches the first grade.  You will be heartbroken.  Avoid the pain.

17.  Why add to a species potentially heading toward its own end, helping itself along tremendously to achieve a very human and final goodbye?  And as the end approaches, will the Alzheimer victims care for the autism sufferers or will the autistic people provide care for the dementia-ridden?

18.  You can't even think of having sex with an intended without getting drunk first, and then the mere thought of bringing up a child in the process turns you stone-cold sober as you run far, far away.  Even you have standards.

19.  You heard that chemicals found in ponds have already turned frogs gay with eight legs.  Any kids you make -- which you don't want to because you drank water from the pond -- don't stand a chance.

20.  Your children may grow up to hate you because all the other kids hate their parents, too.  If your spouse or significant live-in baby maker doesn't murder you in your sleep, your 13-year-old bursting with hormones might just get angry enough to burn you dead along with the house just before going to school and instituting a student body massacre.

21.  The most significant discovery in your "reveal party" is when the lab texts you as colors explode that the infant she carries isn't yours.  The party is over.

The Social Network Spider's Web

To be blunt, if this government and its global accomplices continue "taming" the Internet to make it safe for children while obviously making the Web more difficult or useless for adult participation, little will remain except for a heavily regulated and censored tool of marginal value.

I am no fan of the so-called "social network" populated by crazies, idiots and those desirous of perpetrating harm or death upon innocent people, and if I ever became a Facebook member or a member of any such network I hope lightning strikes me down. The fact that I run a couple of ad-free blogs should say something about my relationship with the social network -- and at this point I'm not sure I could consider blogging relevant to the social network variety currently dominating that one universe.

Particularly, I am so done with congressional hearings filled with sobbing parents whose children met bitter ends or other tragedies because of their presence on the social network, or individuals claiming the Internet drove them nuts or into some emotional quagmire.  Yes, it's been said over and over, but still we ask just when did parents forfeit their obligation to know what or whom their children are involved with 24/7?  Difficult as it may be to conquer, parental distance is the primary reason why government representatives have launched concerted attacks on the Internet, making it increasingly and exquisitely hard to enter and use the Web without complications.  Things will get worse in the name of protecting children.  But that's not the social network's job.  Lawsuits seem so attractive though, don't they?  The phrase, "for the children" may pull at one's heartstrings, but a rabid or almost cultist emphasis on those words can also rip out freedom's guts.  I curse congressional lapdogs and activists intent upon making adults subservient to the politically generated "needs" of children watched over and "protected" way too much by the wrong people.  This may be unpleasant, but it's worth entertaining the thought that most, if not all people influenced negatively to extremes once exposed to the Internet's treasures were probably swimming in mental issues long before they allowed the computer to become whatever they believed it became to their lives.

Donald Trump Does the World:  If you hate him he must be doing something right.  Once one becomes tuned in to his long-range goal to make America a leader once again, current price increases and related annoyances should be looked upon as necessary short-term effects. Yes, it all hurts like hell, but so did the slow-burn torture and disaster inflicted upon the entire country by Democrats over a quite different long term.  I think that Trump knows exactly how to administer the cure, though he must be aware that he  will receive absolutely no credit for his work until long after he's out of Office.  Now, if the Democrats don't go right in and destroy everything good he has done. . .their avowed, unfolding goal. . .

Pope Nope:  When the Vatican gives the world's poor all of its gold, art and other valuable treasures so it may truly embrace poverty, maybe I'll listen to a word or two from this current heavenly representative.  Meanwhile, I patiently wait for a solution to the UFO mystery -- which may never fully arrive -- because I think there's enough there to literally devastate all established religions.  The most powerful vacuum cleaner on the planet so far is the collection plate, taking in new monies but providing in return the same old answers.

Los Angeles Psycho of the Day:  Police shot and killed a woman attempting to kidnap and harm a three year old boy at a Walmart.  Unfortunately, they weren't able to blow her ass away before she cut the kid's face and head (his wounds were prominently displayed on TV news).  Just as I'm tired of people blaming the social network for emotional ills with which their children or themselves have already been infiltrated far in advance, I'm equally put off by every other freaking news report involving a murder or catastrophe involving "mental illness."  As L.A. police demonstrated, there is indeed a compassionate, yet permanent cure for this kind of mental illness, and the cure requires only (1) a bullet fired from a gun and (2) a deranged human head.  Simple and effective, maybe even a tad on the romantic side, and no doctor's notes or drug prescriptions are necessary.  Oh -- and the woman noted here did apparently steal the knife from Walmart and her estate should be properly billed.

The end is near or why isn't it?  The magnitude acquired by organized sports in the world is amazing as well as troublesome.  While the world's attention is focused on athletics, who's watching the gangster politicians doing things behind our backs?  Had I only known how sports would leap from backyard baseball to exerting a gargantuan hypnotic grip on every modern society.  I wish the inventor of the ball would have made them square or triangular, never round! Let's see how THAT would have played out in the industry.  Every time I happen upon one sports event after another, engaged in by shouting fans or players who sometimes resemble a possible missing link incarnate, I simply ask myself -- why are we not yet extinct?  Are we really here to chew tobacco, spit on the field, endure concussions and break bones during play?  Where oh where is that damned planet killer asteroid, bring it on!

You Could Go Blind, But Your Prostate May Be Fine

(A special note to Canadians on behalf of my long-deceased Canadian ancestors who moved to the USA:  Like we in the states, you folks know what it's like to have a government dominated by leftist lunatics.  Until you vote in a more conservative government, you're stuck with one which (1) apparently delights in curing your illnesses with suicide assistance and (2) demands that you turn in your guns because you never know when a gun will rise up and shoot itself without a human pulling the trigger.  As you may recall, after Australia confiscated innocent people's guns crime increased considerably.  Canada, DON'T be Australia!  Hide your guns under the cat or behind that glistening wall photo of  King -- hmm, is it Andrew?  Well, I really can't remember, but you do, I'm sure.  Nevertheless, let's hope you can wait out this outrage because you may need those weapons one day for any variety of reasons.  In the meantime, maybe you can decorate guns as flagpoles holding maple leaf flags -- or perhaps try convincing your lunatic legislators that guns must be saved and used as hospital suicide instruments under the guidance of now applicable Canadian laws.  After all, as Mark Carney himself might agree, legal is legal and laws are laws.)


A side-effect of working in a medical specialty, as I did in Air Force hospitals long ago, is a tendency to take bodily functions for granted.  Becoming embarrassed by the mere mention of genitalia is impossible once one has seen it all.  Remarking to a friend or even to a stranger on the street that you've noticed something about their physical appearance indicative of a necessary visit to a physician can be helpful -- or insulting to the person whose bodily facade you have just violated in a cascade of medical words.

So I hope you'll forgive me today for getting right into masturbation.  

No, silly, it's not what you think.  This is about masturbation, not actively performing it as you read. Nope, not me, either.

I was gratified (stop it!) by an article in the New York Post of April 3 in which medical science seems to reiterate what has been hypothesized before -- that frequent sex and/or masturbation may keep hazardous substances from remaining in and causing cancer within the male's prostate gland.

The article quotes physicians familiar with the subject and there appears a current consensus among some that 21 ejaculations a month are necessary to keep a healthy prostate.  Why not 20 or 22 is a mystery to me, but maybe 21 holds some mystical relevance to medical science.  Perhaps even, as opposed to odd, numbers are the work of Satan in this instance, I do not know.

All of this reminds me of the "old wives' tales" warning children that masturbating a lot will cause one to go blind, or that excessive hair will grow on one's knuckles and apparently society will look upon the masturbator as equivalent to a sex-starved caveman or something.  However, considering the fact that "old wives" don't have prostates from which to judge effects, I think it is more in line to believe that such nonsense was fostered so that males would use their sexual moments to produce children with women instead of indulging in self-pleasure of which only the devil himself  (or herself) would approve.

The obvious lesson taken from the NY Post article appears to be:  Do it frequently and if you need to fit in all 21 times a month don't hesitate to cancel appointments which might get in the way.  However, don't forget to feed the cat or pick up the mail in between sessions -- and as far as the radical Islamists among us go, I guess we could agree that medical science believes it's perfectly okay to. . . 

Masturbate in the caliphate.

Let's give a big hand to the New York Post for this article.  A really big hand.

Call Me By Your Brain

Even with participation by celebrities such as singer Bruce Mainstream and faded actor Robert Delete-o, Saturday's nation-wide demonstration by the "No Kings" mobs begs the question:  Where were all of you and your signs during the four years when King Biden and the gang illegally allowed millions of strangers whose backgrounds were unknown to enter the country? Not to mention multiple murders committed by invading border monsters! That President Trump and his cleanup crew now need to attempt a reversal of what may have bordered on treason is a direct and necessary result of dangerous actions orchestrated into pure chaos by a radical segment of the Democrat Party which a growing number of Americans are coming to know and despise.  Unfortunately, as midterm elections approach some of us are absolutely convinced that uninformed and feckless voters will bring most of the old UNreliables back to continue chewing our laws and expectations to bits (are you listening, New York?).

 

(Note to Readers: Today I am adding a link to MEMRI,org,  (Middle East Media Research Institute) a site which keeps track of and translates radical Middle Eastern voices and writings into English.  This service prevents extremists from spreading their messages only among fellow terrorists, believing that few in the West will have the ability to understand their dangerous or, similarly, insane words.  Ha!  And they thought I wrote hate speech?  You haven't seen anything until you check out this new link.)

Bits and Pieces for March 2026

Democrats inflicting pain:  Once again, "the American people," as Sen. Chuck Schumer calls them, are suffering extraordinary punishment under these wonderful Democrats, many of whom now proudly proclaim themselves to be socialist Democrats or Democratic socialists, choose your pleasure. These desperate folks have fallen so deeply into the "Hate Trump" mode that using American air travelers, Homeland Security and especially TSA employees to expand their tantrums is now their apparent policy.  Unfortunately, they are given such perfect cover by the mainstream media that many voters will remain clueless regarding the fools and chaos perpetrators for whom they obediently and characteristically vote in the midterm election.  One cannot simply wish away politically engineered trauma by voting for the same smiley-faced puppet string-pullers every time -- but that's exactly what will happen come November when Americans with either short memories or no information at all exercise their right to elect badly, very badly.

Eat the Press:  We loved watching Treasury Secretary Scott Bessent being interviewed by Kristin something or another on NBC-TV's "Meet the Press," where their question and answer back-and-forth seemed, as always, akin to a rocket scientist trying to explain physics to a kidney stone.

When the only good one is a dead one:  As I recall, when actress Joan Crawford died (and again, oh how I wished I had gone to see her at a Pepsi bottling plant appearance in Valdosta, Georgia during my Air Force years, just down the road. . .) fellow actress Bette Davis was asked to comment.  Remarking that it wasn't nice to say anything about the deceased unless it was something good, Davis allegedly said, "Joan Crawford is dead.  Good."  Which brings us to Donald Trump and his remark that he was glad Robert Mueller had died.  Yes, Mueller had an exemplary military past, but when we consider how Mueller and so many others went on the attack against Trump for falsehoods and invented crimes, don't we wonder where the breaking point comes in?  Trump shouldn't have been so harsh -- but I understand from whence his comment came after extended abuse by officials using their immense power to do bad things to one man.

Chuck Norris dies:  A true motion picture and television legend, the kind whose numbers are seriously in decline, and yet again an actor with former military experience adding to his "edge."  We're quickly getting down to actors and actresses who know little of life more threatening than tripping over their shoelaces on a pickleball court, and it shows on the screen.  I like watching something on recent TV and putting the sound on mute, just watching the acting and facial expressions -- and after laughing I turn off the TV and go back to radio or music!

Illegal migrants continue to kill:  Another one from the past year, this time a young woman shot dead by a tuberculosis-ridden criminal let in under the evil Biden gang.  This will not appear on Democrat re-election posters.

Thank you Obama: For flooding Iran with pallets of cash way back.  They sure put that money to good use, if missiles and nukes are defined as good use.

AI and suicides:  It was only a matter of time before everybody's hands reached into the Internet pie to regulate, ban, censor, arrest and condemn social media instead of simply leaving it alone.  Look, I'm sorry if some beloved teenager sparked a "conversation" with artificial intelligence and in so doing was helped along to killing himself or herself -- but if parents continue holding everything outside the family unit responsible for personal tragedy instead of looking within, difficult as that may be, then all communication skills and tools are in jeopardy.  Just as making temporary shrines of places where roadside automobile accidents claimed the lives of teenagers is no permanent solution to death, attempting to manipulate and legislate the Internet continuously interferes with its true value.  And frankly, this rush to "protect" children on the Internet at the expense of making it restrictive or treacherous for adult use when protection is a parental responsibility is simply wrong.  If somebody on the Net is suicidal or accomplishes the deed, their problems started long before they encountered the computer or smart phone.  This is the bitter pill that few of the parent or guardian class are willing to swallow.

The enemy of my enemy is my enemy:  To me, brackets are something one uses for punctuation when writing, or for attaching a shelf to a wall. In athletics, it's something else involving teams and names and apparently life and death itself.

Everybody needs an enemy.  Everybody. Needs. An. Enemy.

You can look upon sports as a friendly competition, but it's not.  The opponent is an enemy and must be.  I'm a better player than you.  Mine is bigger than yours.  If I don't win this game I'll kill you.  I'm gonna put an end to your career.  You're going down.  Mine is bigger than yours.  Only one of us is coming out of this stadium a winner.  Mine is bigger than yours.

My neurosis of the day:  I suspect that our species will perish sooner than we expect.  Maybe we'll get to Mars, but as the future creeps forward we don't appear suited to become a "Star Trek" society.  Hatred and wanting what the other guy has is inherent in our genes and we will literally fight to the death unless some cosmic invader (rock or species) accomplishes the job for us.  Physically and physiologically we just aren't built for space travel without the assistance of something more, and we've already surrounded our own planet with space junk so hazardous that maneuvering through and around it becomes more problematic every day.  And we continue adding to the mix.

We are also sick, unhealthy from unsettled cradle to anxious grave.  Is it the food?  Is it the plastics we eat?  Is it the TV or computer?  Are we microwaving our brains into fine pieces of furniture as electronic beams from all manner of earth-based devices perpetually criss-cross our lives?

Maybe the innocents know -- the animals.  Do they not frequently bear the brunt of our "friendly competition?"  Are animals our enemies, too?  Determined, we erase their presence as we hysterically attempt to preserve ours.

Quick, select one:  Havana cigar or Havana syndrome?

I think we are screwed and afraid to comprehend the horrors and possibilities of situations insurmountable.  But fear not, for I am often wrong, and the musings of today so often merely become the toadstools of tomorrow.

You Don't Have to be MAGA

What did we expect?  United States presidents of both parties AND other international players have let Iran's religious throwback messengers of Islamic doom function for decades without taking them down and out, and here we are.

As petroleum products and everything associated with so-called fossil fuels rise in cost, we hope on a temporary basis, MAGA folk are taking the political hit, and those who dislike or flat-out hate Donald Trump continue to ramp up their hostility.  Oh, and midterm elections are coming up. . .

One need not subscribe to a Make America Great Again philosophy, though if one is a true American I don't know why attempting to improve and enhance our national identity is a flawed idea.  In Congress, the Republicans quiver and quake in their seats, seemingly afraid of now-radicalized Democrats whose options apparently have little to so with supporting a Republic over their vision of a "democracy" which only a dime-store communist could appreciate.

Trump's brilliance is, unfortunately, unseen by those unaware or uncaring that he is reorganizing the entire Western hemisphere in order to keep the USA safe and strong, and as a side benefit other nations may opt to embrace the freedoms which many have been unable to grasp.  How about no nukes from a distant Iran for starters?  How about a lesser Chinese influence reaching across the planet?

In the meantime, we mourn and honor our war dead, and while folks on the street may find it difficult to comprehend why a parent or spouse of a deceased military member would insist that Trump "finish the job," such words are perfectly normal for the military's bereaved as they deal with harsh realities of armed conflict.

In contrast, we again condemn the Academy Awards nonsense on ABC-TV, where none of the self-absorbed egos gracing the stage could bother thanking U.S. military members, both dead and living, for the sacrifices they make which allow such stupid ceremonies to even take place in safety year after year.  Communist f***s some, don't deny it.

We in the U.S. are in debt, terrible debt, much of it from being very kind to the rest of the world -- and by supporting border-jumping criminals (one and all) who wise citizens continue to hope will be tossed out in far greater numbers eventually.

The only possibility of an economic cure, despite current actions in Iran which were absolutely unavoidable, lies with Trump, hate him or love him.  If you still cling to the Democrats, hopeful of some leftist miracle to make our lives, country and world better, keep in mind that nearly every grand Democrat plan which has wormed its way through our national intestines in recent decades screams absurd costs, if not failure.

Not to forget:  Thanks also to the useless Biden and the gang who allowed illegal aliens in by the millions, we now have the worst of Islam invading every aspect of our nation, from government to schools to corporations.  While most Muslims wish to live in peace and do, radical Islam is quite another matter, a religion which is also a government absolutely incompatible with the U.S. Constitution (as you've heard a thousand times by now).  A reading of Sharia Law should chill you to the bone.  Want that here?  Islamists are trying to bring it, right now, in courts and state government seats everywhere.

And estimates that a third to a half of the national debt could go away if we just cut fraud in (mainly blue) states abusing tax dollars should turn every overtaxed and overcharged head in the country.  Wake up America!  Trump has a good chance of being a salvation, not an enemy to your household.  Patience is the recipe, and unfortunately patience is not an abundant human quality in this country right now.

What's Cooking? (Your Brain)

I'm grateful that CBS-TV's "60 Minutes" remains on the U.S. government personnel brain-injury issue in which possible microwave (?) devices invented and assembled by a foreign enemy may indeed be a real concern.  It's just a shame that our American government has been so slow to admit what may be categorized, as was brought up on the program, an act of war against the United States by way of this instrumentation directed by foreign agents. Is Dr. Russia in the house?

As I have written in the past that some close encounters with UFOs may have involved ultrasonics, a theory I developed while working with therapeutic ultrasound equipment in the Air Force in the sixties, I simultaneously treated patients with microwave and shortwave energy and wondered about this application -- but instead concentrated upon the ultrasound aspect.  As years have elapsed, I believe microwave energy may also be acceptable as a UFO encounter side-effect (refer to James M. McCampbell and his book, Ufology).  Then again, we may be dealing with a form of immense energy about which we really have no working hypothesis.

Nevertheless, we hope "60 Minutes" continues to champion instances of government personnel who seem overwhelmingly to have suffered bizarre energy wave attacks.  There comes a point, unless you're in a communist country where throwing a psychiatrist or team of psychologists in the mix to quell legitimate concerns, simply doesn't make sense, and the propaganda boys and girls have no place left to piss away the truth.

Trump and everything else:  He apparently has a long-term plan to make the Western hemisphere safe for the U.S. and our willing neighbors, and if Cuba goes down as did Venezuela, as we watch Iran sway like a tree with rotted roots, a remarkably different future may be in store.  We wish Canada's Mark Carney would get a giant dose of common sense as he plays footsie with China's take-all business sense, and if Mexico could shed its drug empire . . . well, just imagine.

Meanwhile, the worthless American Democrats continue holding Homeland Security hostage (no funding) and kissing radical Islam butt (hello, New York City) -- that is, the religious crazies who insist on killing all Jews and everybody in the West who won't submit to their religion. Isn't it absurd to concentrate on "hate speech" words when the real haters want to murder others with viable weapons?  Does anybody believe the two terrorists who threw an unexploded device into a crowd over the weekend in NY were just joking?!

Regarding I.C.E. -- go get 'em, guys!  What do I want?  I want the estate of the late Alex Pretti charged for the tail light he kicked off a government vehicle my taxes paid for during his first assault on law enforcement.  By the way -- if he was an ER nurse at a VA facility, wasn't he therefore a federal government employee who maybe should not have been doing the protest things he was doing?  I don't know his status or the rules, just suggesting.