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.

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