Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Seems as though every time some person or group comes forward, promising to "do something" about UFOs, we ultimately get kicked in the. . .well, it's not a pleasant experience. Disappointing, certainly.
Here we go again. Except maybe this time we're starting out with brain power and talent assuredly bonded in the concept that yes, Virginia, there are UFOs, and scientific hardware must supplant bureaucracy, flippant denials, lunatics and word games conducted by the book.
Apparently and vastly under-reported was a momentous little affair which took place last Wednesday, October 11, when Blink 182 singer-turned-ardent- supporter of UFO studies Tom Delonge publicly joined with a few impressive individuals who have joined forces to investigate the science behind UFOs and other "exotic" technology.
Reporter George Knapp, among others, enlightened his audience with details of DeLonge's partnership with former government intelligence and national security personnel and others with a solid science background.
The greatest stunner here -- which, if we had a national media concerned about more than destroying Trump or making Harvey Weinstein a circus attraction -- is the revelation that the government never stopped investigating or maintaining a concern for UFOs, despite the heralded closing of Project Blue Book decades ago.
Among a series of shockers related by Knapp and other sources is a dramatic UFO encounter as recently as 2004 involving the USS Nimitz.
I won't rehash what can be read in other reports, but I recommend that you consult George Knapp's October 11 report from LasVegasNow.com or Nexstar Broadcasting, and a report may also be found at Earthfiles.com and, I'm confident, on a host of other sites which tend to report on such matters. The mainstream press otherwise? Forget it. Pathetic.
"Taking a knee." Aside from going through various athletic gyrations to transport a football from here to there, wouldn't it be great if those dropping to a knee during the National Anthem actually invented something useful for society? Then again, not to be cruel, but if one is too unlooped to understand from basic instinct that getting your head slammed repeatedly on a playing field doesn't exactly fortify brain cells, I guess we shouldn't expect much more. Not a fan.
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
The lesson appears simple enough. Harvey Weinstein is Hollywood and Hollywood is Harvey Weinstein -- and, for the most part, both represent the modern Democrat Party. Excess, no apologies and place the blame on somebody else whenever you can.
These are the "entertainment" folk established as movers and shakers, content, entitled and screwing perceived enemies and potential sexual conquests in every way possible, night and day.
And these are Washington's major contributors to the Democrat Party.
But suddenly they are eating their own. Some, anyway.
This is the industry churning out not only sex and violence in movies, TV shows and music as a matter of course, but also enraptured by its very own talents in producing slick digital images and CGI cartoons subliminally intended to re-educate kids and young adults of powerless intellect.
Just harmless entertainment, backed up by the casting couch, rapes and drugs, all hidden with charm by the best attorneys and PR firms money and other amenities can buy.
Hollywood thinks it is Washington, D.C., and have no doubt that some of its most famous "stars" and executives sincerely believe it is their right and obligation to supplant members of Congress and other legislators. Maybe they can't do it with words, but they surely can with monetary contributions.
The more I observe the Hollywood crowd -- which I used to admire and respect to some degree -- wearing its true face, the better President Donald Trump's agenda looks. Wow.
Hollywood has its "Walk of Stars" and Washington has its celebrity "Walk of Swamp," and this is certainly a swamp Trump and legislators of integrity can drain merely by ignoring the pampered Democrat crybaby infestations of Tinsel Town, home of so much talent, so many drugs, so much sex, and so little time. Run, Harveys of Hollywood, run!
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Just as criminal killers feel compelled to murder by forces erupting within their own minds, so it seems that our friends on the left are perpetually influenced by squirming brain tissue, causing them to obsess with controlling everybody's life by legislating away our rights, as they must, and we become like zombies, doing their bidding.
"Obamacare" comes to mind -- the voluminous document which, rather than being written overnight, had actually hung around, rotted and grew like a cancer with the decades, while Democrats patiently waited for their chance to pounce and inflict this diseased entity known as the Affordable Care Act upon the nation's unsuspecting.
The left's other darling is "gun control," whatever that is deemed to be, and it was certainly no surprise that the same, predictable voices shouted out those words almost before the gun smoke cleared in Las Vegas. The politically ambitious were on board, right along with the usual stupid Hollywood celebrities who actually believe their employment as script-memorizing, robotic zombie puppets -- whose strings are pulled by directors and myriad forces dominating their lives -- qualifies them as national mentors and constitutional experts. Which leads me to late-night TV tear-shedder/political helper/occasional comedian Jimmy Kimmel, but why go there? When one comes right down to it, the most notable thing about him might be his having two consecutive "m" characters in both his first and last name, but maybe I'm missing something.
Good grief, if it's not Harris and Klebold, cat beheaders, deceptively young and friendly folk and other crazies doing the murderous honors, now it's the grandpa geezer class in Las Vegas. What's to be done? Nothing's to be done. As society continues to become peculiarly unraveled, we may be on our way to becoming what we once were. Wouldn't that be priceless -- reversion as the wave of the future?
Same old story with the Democrats: Never let a good crisis go to waste. Now they want to legislate more, for the sake of saying they did something. And they DO do something -- every time some horrible incident happens, they are first in line to take away a little more and tell us what we can't have.
San Juan's mayor and her baggage: I guess it's beyond irrelevant that American taxpayers now have to pay to rebuild a territory whose officials could never be bothered to implement at least a sound infrastructure, choosing instead to drive Puerto Rico into pre-hurricane bankruptcy through corruption and graft.
Adding to the fun is the mayor of San Juan, indicting Trump from the start for his invisible lack of response immediately following the catastrophe of all catastrophes. As Kerry Picket of The Daily Caller (9/30/2017) reminded readers, vocal Trump critic and San Juan Mayor Carmen Yulin Cruz previously praised FALN terrorist leader Oscar Lopez Rivera. FALN was a Puerto Rican separatist group which conducted more than 100 bombings in the U.S. during the seventies and eighties, and in 1975 four people were killed when a FALN-created explosion occurred in NY City. Three NYPD police officers received serious injuries as a result of several bombings on New Year's Eve in 1982.
Apparently the darling of mayor Yulin Cruz, Rivera -- whose sentence was commuted last January by former President Obama, who rarely seems to have seen a criminal he didn't believe should be unleashed and released upon the American population -- was originally sentenced to 35 years in prison. Don't think that the good mayor didn't give a shout-out to Obama when this particular deed was accomplished.
Isn't it just amazing how every city, every state and, apparently, every U.S. territory touched by the popularity of leftist politics turns into a disaster? Truth is, Puerto Rico, bankrupt and corrupt to the hilt, was flattened long before two hurricanes knocked on the door. Hurricane no. 3, just becoming visible over the horizon, arrives as a storm of opportunity, predicted to devastate American taxpayers' wallets.
The question: Into what form will island officials, comfortable with their privileged past, allow Puerto Rico to be rebuilt?
Thursday, September 28, 2017
Remember (some of you) going to church as a kid and getting a clear message pounded into your heads that someday we'll all meet again in the afterlife? Well, apparently we don't need to wait that long, at least not in Puerto Rico, where we're informed that devastating hurricane floods have unearthed a buttload of coffins from floating cemeteries.
Seems to me this is far worse than, oh, say, trying to keep your lunch down after a bad shrimp taco, and even worse than taking a vacation cruise on an ocean liner called The Petri Dish of the Sea.
The pop-up coffin thing is hardly new. Instances are well-documented here in the states and almost any place where we bury things we expect never to deal with again. All one really needs is a flood to demonstrate that what happens in the ground doesn't necessarily stay underground.
We've focused almost incessantly of late about too many people in the world, yet failing to properly take into account that "people" also include the dead, and when one adds up the totals of the living walking above ground and departed folk taking up space underneath in wooden or metal caskets often secured within additional receptacles, numbers must be staggering.
Yes, world religions entertain built-in reasons why the dead must be buried in certain ways to assure eternal rest, directions to paradise or some distant day when a wake-up call from the skies raises dead bodies essentially placed on "hold" for centuries.
Plans can go horribly awry, however, when dead folk refuse to stay buried during natural disasters and their special, timeless boxes of blessed repose rocket to the surface like jacks-in-the-box. "Hello again, hello. . ." goes an old Neil Diamond song, though he obviously wasn't referencing floating coffins at a flood parade.
The science professor teaching a college course I took one summer loathed the very idea of burials in a box, believing instead that if we're indeed going to be planted in the ground, let's do it as nature intended and not cheat Mother Earth out of reclaiming her bounty. Notice how the lucrative funeral industry sometimes portrays such practices as akin to savage rituals?
The point is, floods and other disasters aren't going away, but each day brings an abundance of human deaths as well as, in my wretched opinion, copious amounts of the living promised from birth only to expire eventually and add to the merriment of joining the six-feet-under club. When you think about it, this is kind of nuts.
As a species who won't stop over-populating above ground and cares even less about stuffing, to be blunt, our endless train of boxed-up carcasses into beautiful pieces of land on a planet devoid of eternal storage guarantees, will we edge ever closer to sharing our back yards with both flood cars and unsightly flood coffins and their hoary occupants, all dressed up with no place to go?
We turn the handle on a colorfully appealing metal box and the musical tunes play until, suddenly, the top flips open, something jumps out and unseen voices sing, "POP goes the weasel!"
Hugh Hefner Exits: Say what you will, but that one little instance of scientists and others brought together decades ago for a panel discussion regarding the UFO subject was a Playboy classic -- proving yes, there really are people who actually read the articles and didn't just slobber over pictures and centerfolds.
Saturday, September 23, 2017
Oh, those disturbing parallels. North Korea has its leader, who millions of poor bastards fully believe is a walking god, and we had Obama, pretty much regarded in the same manner by a nation of the progressively sedated. A large percentage of our leftist folks in the good old USA, if one can believe polls and The Word on The Streets, hold Kim Jong-un in higher regard than President Trump. Whaaa?
Maybe it's something in the water. After all, according to an August report detailed via Phys.org, researchers have detected significant accumulations of human antidepressant medications in the brain tissue of at least 10 fish species in the Great Lakes. How could there not be environmental concerns, since we excrete medical "treatment" by-products in urine and feces 24 / 7 which end up in water sources and treatment plants ill-equipped to filter pharmaceutical substances out of potable drinking water?
More pollution, more hurricanes, more earthquakes, more talk of nuclear war -- isn't this the third time recently that we've raised the question, how many people on a planet of finite resources is enough? The multifaceted dilemma currently threatening the world relates in every aspect to us, humans who supposedly have the best minds on Earth. We can solve any problem rationally.
Except we can't. We're pretty much basking in bonkers land right now, but few know or care why. We love our psychodysleptic nation, content that every ill can be erased if we either party or go shopping.
The state of the world -- something to look forward to as (per a Sept. 20 report from PJ Media) a growing number of Europeans, most notably those of France, Germany and the Netherlands, are moving politically to the right in response to Islamic terror blossoming all around them? If European nations can somehow pull themselves out of Islam's knuckle-dragging influence -- what a miracle that would be -- perhaps we'll have something to embrace other than a profoundly retarded faith entwined in ass kickers.
Meanwhile, we remain extremely curious about the scandal -- barely whispered by the leftist media, of course -- involving former DNC chair and Florida Rep. Debbie Wasserman Schultz and her computer expert, who was recently arrested for bank fraud as he tried to flee the country. He and his family may have caused a trainload of national security damage for financial gain and/or ??? There appears to be a crushing amount of pressure from the Democrat side of the aisle to keep this mess out of public view, but it's kind of hard to wish away either the odor of rotting fish heads or implications for national security. Ms. Wasserman Schultz's energized demand to get her tech's laptop back from the chief of Capitol police -- whom she threatened as the encounter was caught on video -- after it was found abandoned at the Rayburn Office Building should sound every warning alarm within 50 miles, for something seems particularly amiss. Democrats, WTF?
In an attempt to denote something positive about progressive libs today, we also thought it essential to congratulate one of our fave questionable organizations -- and hate group in its own right -- for successful banking. Yes, no less than the Southern Poverty Law Center sends millions of dollars to the protection of offshore entities, according to the Washington Free Beacon. Further, this nonprofit lavishes six-figure salaries on its executives and most integral employees, whilst simultaneously spending little on legal services intended to combat hate and bigotry. Jeez, could it be that the main poverty attacked and eradicated by the SPLC is its own?
Goodbye, world: I think the world is supposed to end today. Not sure if that's true, but if so, bon voyage and good riddance to everybody who ever pissed me off or had the potential to do so. Hmm. I guess that about covers everything I need to say.