Bits, Pieces -- and Shards -- for August 2026

I.C.E. Warms Up:  Around 20 million dollars will be spent to acquire electric shock gloves which agents can use to quell disturbances or attacks when performing their duties.  Natch', the ACLU and other crybabies are bitching about this technology, but wouldn't they have been happier had such gloves been available when rioters were instead shot dead (due to their own stupid actions, by the way)?  Possibly crime-loving NY attorney general Letitia James, whom I really think would be more at ease if doing her kind of job in some communist country, is already threatening the feds over this technology, promising state action if anyone is harmed by the gloves.  Harmed?  I think the proper words would be, oh, maybe. . .arrested or subdued by these low voltage tools.  Maybe Ms. James would offer to be a test case for a bit of electric glove grabbing by I.C.E. just so she can get the feel of it?  If she's going to be Debbie Downer even before the first volt flies, she should be willing to let I.C.E. give her a demonstration.  Go I.C.E. go!

A fictionalized serial killer currently making the rounds on a cable TV show can't come close to the constitutional serial killers known politically as DSA -- Democratic Socialists of America.  As this renegade whirlwind aberration associated with and seemingly conquering the Democratic Party marches forward, American government appears as seldom before under attack from within.

However, though the DSA's relatively insane platform has made the rounds, unfortunately impressing teens and other young people who vote but lack thinking abilities, it must not be overlooked that a major force behind all of this is the practice of Islam.  The Western civilization-hating Islamists (thanks Joe Biden, for bringing them to the USA by the cattle car load) have an agenda, a never altered need to eliminate Western lifestyles and Israel from the planet.

Just as Hitler murderously eliminated subgroups faithful to the Nazis as soon they were no longer needed to help him achieve his goals, Islam, too, currently appears to act arm in arm and shoulder to shoulder with the socialists to gain acceptance and power -- and in the end the socialists will die and disappear, having served a purpose having nothing to do with government and everything to do with the unwitting promotion of Islam and Sharia Law.  Why are mosques rising up like poison toadstools all over the USA and allied nations as traditional religions depart?

There is little choice but to heed the warnings of refugees from Islamic countries who know firsthand of the brutality, enslavement of women, child rape,  killing of gay people and an irrevocable obligation to serve the tenets of Islam or suffer the consequences of body part dismemberment, torture or death, and no matter how sweetly or casually Islam's practitioners attempt to make their case, everybody needs to know there is no possible relationship between Islam and the U.S. Constitution.  Islam remains both a religion and a government unto itself, unwilling to share power in any way, and its believers are allowed and commanded to lie in order to succeed among the masses.  If one wishes to define evil, look to traditional ancient Islam.  If any religion on Earth demands a reformation, it is Islam, the sooner the better -- and unlikely to happen.

While Democrats persist in causing trouble and chaos with the main intention of blaming Republicans for the result as elections approach, the organization C.A.I.R. is attempting to be removed from terrorist lists in the USA, primarily put into effect in Florida and Texas.  As an American offshoot of the Muslim Brotherhood -- banned in Egypt as terrorists -- C.A.I.R. is an entity worth watching by intelligence agencies.

Cereal killers:  Kellogg is the latest cereal company to promise removal of questionably hazardous dyes from its products.  My advice to all cereal companies is to remove the cereal as well, because for the most part grains are run through intensive processing, ending up with a substance unlike the original food.  Some researchers suggest that skipping altogether "the most important meal (breakfast) of the day" may be more beneficial than swallowing a few gulps of things which may not be beneficial, but it's a personal choice of course.

How many wildfires start as wild?  It's difficult to believe that the explosive fire disasters currently engulfing some areas are acts of nature.  Arsonists aside, unwelcome segments of society surely have the will and resources to start destructive fires.  That we are told daily of heat-related combustion may be relevant in some instances, but how can one be certain of other "natural" causes?

Meanwhile, a severe drought grips parts of the continental U.S.and Puerto Rico.  Are we experiencing a normal long-term planetary cycle or is the sun or some galactic phenomenon at work?  When one considers severe weather conditions, vanishing insects and other life forms, an increase in tick-borne diseases and a proliferation of viruses, one might almost believe the Earth or some force is attempting to rid itself of us all. Maybe it's time to go -- go away as a species which perhaps has no reason to hang about anymore.  Everybody knows that time will eventually emerge, minus the how and when.

META gets nailed by a judgmental fool wearing a black robe in New Mexico:  I harbor no particular love for giant tech and I see little but horror-filled times ahead.  Still, this nearly one billion dollar fine thrust upon META (with other judgments sure to follow elsewhere) is ridiculous and should get the appeal it deserves.  

Once again, parents looking for a source to blame for their children's inadequacies, mental health shortcomings, gullibility, self-mutilation, suicides or flagrant lack of cognitive abilities flock to accuse and sue anybody but themselves, and The Expert Class will dive right in to accommodate them.  The mantra which goes something like, well, we had no idea. . .we just didn't know...etc., etc. is as insufficient as when the rest of us are told ignorance of a law is no excuse for not obeying it.  

This blame game is as annoying as legislation pushed by grieving parents in order to get their deceased child's name out in public while inhibiting the rest of us from doing something previously legal.  Grieve for the loss of your kids, parents, but stop  wiping our faces with your personal tragedy for the sole purpose of making you feel better, relieved or less guilt-ridden about whatever occurred to foster a tragedy.  Demanding legislation to memorialize one's personal incident is just sick, especially when nine times out of ten some legislator looking for votes in the next election shows up to be helpful, compassionate and relentless in portraying himself or herself as indispensable.

For example, let's say that little (the news media and angst-mongering bunch always award the involved child this adjective) Penny Popper, age eight, tripped over a sidewalk crack and died instantly from a concussion when her head crashed into pavement.  Her parents, Peter and Penelope Popper go before the TV cameras on an otherwise slow news day to profess their love for Penny and their desire to "do something" in her honor.  Fortunately, a local county legislator happens to be watching the TV and realizes that elections are near and he needs an event to get votes.  He immediately hooks up with the Poppers and, with one mind, they realize that JUSTICE must be served, lest little Penny died for nothing.  While many may have looked upon the fatality as a terrible accident caused, frankly, by a child who wasn't paying attention to where she was placing her feet, the legislator and parents come to know that a crime is involved!  Yes, if sidewalks did not have cracks, this sort of thing would never happen.  But what to do?  You can't eliminate sidewalk cracks, they've always been there.  Obviously, blame must be shifted.  Blame the people!

Thus, after weeks of intense convincing, the legislator goes before the TV cameras and demands a vote on a new law:  After passage, anybody in the county who uses sidewalks must always avoid stepping on the cracks, and if found doing so by widely installed cameras any offender will be arrested, tried, hopefully convicted, fined and imprisoned for one year.  As news cameras roll, the legislator sheds a tear and then brings forth Peter and Penelope Popper, who both break down and profusely thank the legislator for his efforts, all to honor the memory of little Penny Popper.

Intimidated by the TV coverage and a cascade of calls from residents in support of a new law, other legislators give in and vote for "Penny Popper's Law" to take effect.  Elections come at last, and the legislator behind the law is re-elected with votes far exceeding his competitors.

However, as time goes by county residents and visitors increasingly neglect to stay clear of sidewalk cracks as they ambulate down the street and the jails become filled with criminal sidewalk crack invaders.  As arrests, convictions, fines and prison sentences mount, the people look back upon the Penny Popper Law and come to understand that they've become victims of the very law they supported.  Now, just walking outside can be costly and a potential arrest is omnipresent.  It doesn't take long for disgruntled mobs to hit the streets, complaining of their dramatically altered lives, and before long there are signs:  "Down With the Sidewalk Crack Law!"

It gets worse.  The crowds figure out how all of this happened and they demand the arrest and public execution of the legislators who put them in this position.  Soon thereafter, new signs appear, the most anticipated reading, "We Hate Penny Popper's Parents and we Hate Penny Freakin' Popper!"

Enraged and inconsolable beyond reason, the mobs grab garden tools and head to the local cemetery, where they furiously dig up the body of little Penny Popper, remove her bones and feed them to a local pack of coyotes.  What a terrible fate for the memory of a little girl who lacked the grace to avoid a sidewalk crack!

So Stop! Stop naming laws after dead children, or this could happen to you!

What's that smell?  A Chicago funeral home was found to have dozens of rotting human corpses piled up. We anticipate that the place will close and the resultant garage sale will be neither well-attended nor successful.

Life insurance commercials: Have you seen the constant barrage of life insurance commercials on TV where generally a woman praises the company because her spouse died unexpectedly and she was grateful for the settlement?  Congratulations on your benefit, ladies, but really now:  How did you do it and make it look like an accident?

Dr. Anthony Fauci:  Just remember, all the inconveniences during Covid, the masks, the space required between shoppers at the store, the inability to visit your dying nursing home family members, the need for Covid shots -- all of this came out of Fauci's head.  Thanks to this egomaniac, next time we have a serious public health issue few will believe "the authorities."

New flu shots:  I can hardly believe this.  With all the horror stories we heard from those who received the Covid "immunization" using the mRNA system, now the pharmaceutical industry is praising the supposedly better and faster acting mRNA shot for the flu season.  Moderna is hard at work marketing their new immunization, particularly targeting older people, and theirs should be available by next month.  When it comes to flu shots -- and I have nothing against standard immunizations, having had numerous ones during my military years -- I plan to stick with the old fashioned needle while this sorts itself out.

Taking several thoughts from above into consideration. . .isn't it weird how, just a couple of years ago the mRNA shots were warned against, even by co-inventor Dr. Robert Malone?  As evidence surfaced about the Covid immunizations, very little of it good, experts zeroed in on the mRNA system's alleged problems, including deaths.  Yet, as if nothing ever happened, now the pharmaceutical industry apparently re-embraces this vaccine delivery system, pleased as can be that flu vaccines will supposedly be many percent more effective than routine shots.

Similarly, just years ago New York City's Twin Towers were taken down primarily by Saudis with radical Islam on their minds, and Americans from coast to coast suddenly had a "crash" course in the evils of Islam.  Yet, almost inexplicably, the Islamic influence is quickly commandeering the City now.  Then again, inexplicably may be the wrong word, because Obama/Biden/and crew were largely responsible for bringing this evil in by the plane, train and desert loads.

The newest "Spiderman" movie exceeds box office expectations, thrilling audiences everywhere:  Grow up America, grow the hell up before it's too late.

Wendy Ann Connors (In Memoriam)

Should you find yourself cruising around the Internet, searching for sites regarding the UFO subject, and suddenly landing upon a page offering a wealth of mp3 audio recordings associated with a project once known as Faded Discs, you have found a treasure chest of golden history.  Precious little of this would have been available without the dedicated efforts of the late Wendy Ann Connors, former school teacher, respected UFO researcher and author.

Wendy, a fellow Air Force veteran whom I was proud to call a friend for too few years, died from a long illness a few years after retiring from UFO research. I had lost contact with her following her retirement, so knowledge of her passing many a moon ago(exact year unknown) did not catch up to me until recently. 

 Without wasting time digging through old files, I will work from memory here and recall that I first met Wendy online somewhere around 2000 after I discovered that she was working on an historic archival project involving primarily old audio regarding UFOs, in which these entries would be converted into a digital format before disappearing forever.  While accumulating old radio and TV programs, sighting witness interviews and all manner of UFO-related audio from veteran researchers and investigators (or their estates) in the form of wire or reel-to-reel recordings, audio cassettes or other media, Wendy often needed to clean, enhance and protect such media using special chemical solutions and great care in order to avoid damaging already sensitive materials destined by nature and age for disintegration.

I wanted her to know that ever since I was a teenager in the early sixties, with access to reel-to-reel and later cassette recorders, I had recorded a number of UFO-related presentations, investigators' guest appearances on TV shows, witness interviews by myself, etc., and wondered if she would like to add these to her expanding collection.  Wendy eagerly agreed and thus began our mutual relationship of appreciation and deep respect for the audio gems I and others donated and for the ones she continued to save and convert to digital format.

Actually, there are Web pages documenting Wendy's life and books, so there's little need to rehash what can easily be found merely by putting her name into a search engine (try Wendy Connors UFOs so you don't end up reading about all the other people with a similar name).

Wendy was a very kind and giving person, though I must admit that I did make some comment early on meant as a joke and she took it seriously, darned nearly ending our relationship immediately!  Beyond that, I learned a few things about her daily life in Albuquerque, New Mexico.  She enjoyed conversing with the locals, and was even caring part-time for a disabled young man whose family she knew.  As I recall, it wasn't uncommon for her to visit a local diner now and then and encounter famous actors such as Burl Ives, and my memory prompts me to suggest Sterling Hayden.

Many years before, she had corresponded a bit with famed radio commentator and UFO author Frank Edwards, but bemoaned the unfortunate fact that his letters to her had met a bitter end in a water damage incident.

One of Wendy's kindest times came when she and others chipped in and, without fanfare, bought a new badly needed computer for the great Richard Hall, former assistant director of the National Investigations Committee on Aerial Phenomena (NICAP) and trusted UFO writer when his had either failed or hovered near its end.  Aside from this act of kindness, at some point I had mentioned problems with my own PC and she was "locked and loaded" to procure a replacement for mine, but I declined with a cascade of thank-you's.

Nor did I escape her other good deeds.  Wendy knew I had an old Pekingese at home, my last surviving pet after having a lifetime of dogs, cats, horses, hamsters, white mice, chameleons and all the beasts in the woods.  One day an envelope arrived in the mail and inside were a few dollars ("For the Peke," she wrote).  The peke aside, I know she was trying to reimburse me without saying so for postage costs involved in mailing recordings to her.  Unnecessary, but I was grateful.  I guess it almost goes without saying that, aside from a relationship with her significant male partner, she took in a stray cat which she adored.  Yes, Wendy loved animals (her presence with a horse in the accompanying photo was no accident!).

The most peculiar action Wendy took involved one of the recordings I submitted.  It so happened that I had been a guest on a number of radio and TV shows in my younger years and had audios of all but one, and was close to throwing them out when Wendy suggested I send them along and she would digitalize them for the collection.  Fortunately, save for one, none of them ended up online (I'm sure there is much of her work still not online for various reasons). However, there was a "final test" broadcast I had performed in 1967 after taking a college TV-radio course, a brief entry called "Mysterious World," and as was obvious in my other recordings I had a somewhat high-pitched voice.  I complained to Wendy that this was the bane of my existence when speaking publicly (as a kid, some called me "Squeaky").

When she returned a digitized copy of my old college broadcast program I immediately noticed that Wendy had slowed my voice a bit to make it sound a little deeper in bass -- and of course this is the one now available online, mixed in with all the other audios from her collection.  To me it sounds weird, but I appreciated the effort!

Wendy's original and driving intention was for her entire Faded Discs collection to be donated to the National Archives, but while still working busily on the conversion of old recordings she became quite ill, soon discovering that she had pancreatic cancer.  This is one of the few malignancies from which there generally is no long-term reprieve, and ultimately after maintaining as normal a life as she could, she passed away.  Her work and library were reportedly transferred to one of her supporters and project benefactors and, as mentioned here, a significant amount of historic recorded material is now available for free online.

In fact, after completing her work Wendy released a statement online, asserting that she was donating all of her recordings to the public domain, with the expressed wish that they may be used, but not be sold for profit.

A substantial portion of UFO audio history from around the world is now rescued and digitized for posterity thanks to Wendy's foresight and determination, and it was one of my few pleasures in life to know and work with this remarkable woman.  I trust that a few of the photos she sent to me will paint her picture a little better than I have here, showing her at work on the Faded Discs project with the tools of her trade.

The preservation of a significant portion of UFO history will endure for the ages, thanks in large part to the wise and wonderful lady from Albuquerque.  Thanks Wendy.  -- Robert Barrow

Never-minders of the Fourth Estate

While major TV networks such as ABC and NBC declined to carry President Trump's brief speech last Thursday (July 16) evening, one prime example of journalistic neglect became clear.  As the mainstream media class jabbered on and on about Trump merely digging up facts already known regarding alleged fraud in voting and foreign efforts to influence election outcomes, pretty much nobody in the well-heeled, self-serving media bothered to abandon an ingrained agenda to bring front and center the really crucial issue Trump went out of his way to emphasize:  That select personnel from the FBI, CIA and other U.S. intelligence agencies under Joe Biden's presidency (many still employed by the government) made a conscious effort to deny Donald Trump important information about hacking and other criminality involved in attempting to keep Trump from the White House.  

Worse, this all-out effort to deny Trump the highest Office in the land at almost any cost was seemingly orchestrated significantly by the very people and agencies responsible for keeping a sitting President and those who succeed him informed of essential intelligence matters.  In short, Biden's administration appears very much behind this effort, with the determined and hammering assistance of a complicit national media.

If those leaders whom we elect to keep us free are purposefully denied access to vital national intelligence information, whose country does this become?  When the "free press" conducts a pre-arranged campaign in conjunction with rogue intelligence officers to injure a presidential candidate's chances severely -- extending its dishonest reach far into a presidency already in play -- what kind of government/media relationship should we expect?

So yes, the bloated national media allegedly did that at which it excels, in this instance avoiding the most important revelation to emerge from Trump's speech.  They would rather harp on his claims about stolen or unfair elections and assure their audience that he has no proof, when of course they are not about to indict themselves as willing participants in fudging or denying altogether intelligence facts to which Trump was wrongfully denied.

From all of this are we to whisper the word, treason?  Subversion?  Prison?  Punishment potentially involving government agents should follow as this story unravels, thanks mostly to whistle blowers and independent journalists still entitled to reference themselves as reputable reporters.

Yippee!  A new drug! This pill, Lipfendra, is said to remove "bad" cholesterol without the troublesome side-effects associated with statin drugs. No, I'm not a physician, but they should proclaim me one just because I'm old and not dead yet, having outlived several doctors.  Anyway, you may already know that I, based upon reading the literature and paying special attention to renegade physicians who don't necessarily cater to the American Medical Association and its cohorts, am very suspicious of the statin drugs I used to take myself to treat "bad" cholesterol.

There exist doctors who believe statins will turn out to be one of the worst drugs ever.  For one thing, they apparently prolong one's life by only a few weeks or months at best.  For another, our brains require large amounts of cholesterol, and to force statin drugs (and we will suggest at this early stage, Lipfendra) to remove cholesterol would obviously deprive the brain of this valuable nutrient -- and could therefore lead to dementia because brain tissue becomes starved for its proper cholesterol balance.

Further, there are thoughts among some medical personnel that cholesterol isn't even relevant or connected to arterial problems such as strokes or heart attacks.  A new study, I think from Australia (I have no Internet as I type this) took a close look at lacunar infarcts, in other words strokes suffered by men, and especially by women.  If I have this correct, the study found that cholesterol may have no effect and that the arteries which scientists believe constrict, cutting off blood supply, may instead expand somewhat due to inflammation, and thus become the impetus for a stroke, cardiac event or blockage at some level.  Experiments with, strangely enough, Viagra and similar substances to treat this phenomenon are underway and may shake up established medical science significantly.

UFO Update or something like that:  Release number four has been accomplished by the U.S. government and still we await the good stuff (for which we may wait forever).  Nevertheless, with all of this "truth" emerging from official channels, I suggest that it's high time Hollywood take a really close look at producing movies about the giants of private UFO research.  How about a major motion picture simply entitled "Coral and Jim" about Coral and Jim Lorenzen and their Aerial Phenomena Research Organization?  Intrigue?  Heck, they were even investigated by the FBI at one point (spoiler alert:  the Lorenzens were innocent).  How about Maj. Donald Keyhoe and his persistence as a pain in the ass to the U.S. government and to Al Chop's Pentagon press desk?  And if movie-dom wants to go off the tracks and trade the serious side of investigations for the crazy side, may I suggest a cinematic look at Buck Nelson, author of My Trip to Mars, the Moon and Venus?  No, I don't believe he made those journeys, but the title can hardly be beat.  Why embrace the nonsense of contactee George Adamski when you can destroy your reputation merely by giving ol' Buck's wild tale a curious squeeze?

No Bulls in the China Shop?  Everybody's favorite up front, yet notoriously secretive society of communist thugs -- yes, China -- is currently ripping young boys, girls, men and women away from their AI love partners, presumably because one cannot produce offspring to be ruled and used by communist masters by engaging in childless masturbation or emotionally romantic Internet coitus.  To put it simply, you can't fuck the AI partner of your dreams and make babies.  Good grief, it's no wonder that China still has no objections regarding pregnant women flown briefly to the USA to both birth and citizen-ize actual humans accompanied by temperatures of 98.6 F.  We suspect also, and indeed have read that young upscale Chinese women are in no hurry to become pregnant -- if ever -- because their blossoming careers come first, and they aren't about to accommodate Chinese commie monsters who expect barefoot-and-pregnant obedience.  We anticipate that rape in China and female kidnapping from neighboring countries purely for the production of children may become the Chinese communist party's choice of desperation, but don't expect to learn much more about that subject than you have about forced and deadly organ harvesting from prisoners, Uighurs and pretty much anybody following a religion.  President Xi is no less a murderous thug than the rest in his party and China is no friend of freedom.  Regrettably, a growing number of nations seem to be ignoring or overlooking the terror that is China in exchange for benefits which will serve only China in the long run.

Meat shortage in the USA:  There aren't as many cattle mooing in the pasture these days, yet the demand for beef products is higher than the cow that jumped over the moon.  May we suggest a time-tested solution, a lip-smacking option of necessity previously undertaken by American history's infamous patriots known as the "Donner Party?"  Yes, we're talking cannibalism, and if you can't afford hamburgers while the economy floats in a sea of uncertainty, the only place to look for a solution may be your own family! Understandably, nobody has the stomach for murdering the family dog or cat in exchange for a small meal.  But look at your fat-assed children, just sitting around with no obvious future and no reason for living, yet "so cute I could eat you up" is what you said when they were small.  Now they're teens and, love them though you do, you know darned well you could take plump little Jennifer and grossly overweight Juan and fill the freezer with the bounty of their (probably unwilling) sacrifice.  Of course, if not the kids, perhaps the in-laws.  Possible solutions in this realm appear endless.  NOTE:  Cannibalism is probably routine in Canada and the UK, but may still be illegal in some U.S. states and cities, though we're not quite sure about New York City, now under new leadership by the lunatic fringe, so be sure to consult local authorities before exercising your potential constitutional right to chow down on your family and friends as circumstances warrant.  Am I being serious here?  Hey, cannibalism is a very, very serious thing.  By the way, would you be having fries with that?

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.