Saturday, January 24, 2015
The Orange Orb: UFO Researchers, Witnesses: Learn These Signs of Psychotics, and, Beware Deviant Homosexuality
The Orange Orb: UFO Researchers, Witnesses: Learn These Signs of Psychotics, and, Beware Deviant Homosexuality: do my best to avoid giving the verbose stuffed shirts at UFO Iconoclasts -- now UFO Conjecture (s) -- any attention, but sometimes one has to present the insanity in UFO Land to the rest of the inhabitants. Particularly so since so many otherwise reasonable researchers insist on playing with them.
Sunday, January 11, 2015
Lighting The Flatwoods Fuse Part II of II
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Lighting The Flatwoods Fuse
by Alfred Lehmberg
PART TWO
When I awoke early on the seventh everyone had already been
up for awhile moving like a platoon of Army Ants. On the previous day, after I'd retired, it had been discovered
that the venue where the event had been planned was short required sound and
lighting equipment! Replacement equipment provided by the furious activity of Larry
Bailey's two younger sons drew too much power for the recently restored 50's
type movie theatre and was blowing fuses.
The sound and light boards needed to be virtually rewired, heavy klieg
lights had to be procured and mounted, colored gels and masks were cut and
affixed to carousels while rehearsals and run-throughs had to be completed—yesterday!
Where were the expected harsh shouts, finger-pointing,
hurtful allegations, angry accusations, and exasperated capitulations? Nowhere to be found, reader! In its stead was a calmness, ready
volunteerism, and sacrifice to common cause.
I had other things I probably should have been doing, but I even found
myself setting up Stanton Friedman's 35mm slide presentations or helping Doug
Gokey, one of the event security guys, set up the boards and displays of Feschino's
Flatwoods mini-museum.
Forgetting the preceding for just a moment, I report that I
was treated to encounters with my fellow Homo sapiens rather adding to
the unusual fellowship—fellowship so thick you could breath it like it was
oxygen enriched air:
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Lighting The Flatwoods Fuse
Lighting The Flatwoods Fuse
PART ONE
Here it is, then: proof positive that while I've
"...eaten dead burnt bodies and still have veins in my teeth," I'm
just another old softy when you boil me down to my component parts. Indeed, I wouldn't even bring this up but
that I had too many witnesses. Caught
blubbering like an old pensioner as a result of certain occurrences; however,
poignant, I make my report.
Still, so as to put the first efficacious spin on it,
thereby, I'll tell you myself, see? I
was moved.
Seriously, what brought this blubbery verklempt-ness
about... forgetting for a moment the "bodies and veins" of the
preceding paragraph and the fact that, properly provoked? I am quite capable of pulling off an
offending head and using the resultant neck for a field toilet. A former Senior TAC
at the US Army's only Warrant Officer
Candidate School ,
I've made former Navy SEALS, training for an Army Warrant, tense.
Pray, then. What
precipitated my teary "verklemptitude (tm)"?