-- News that
shows you something...
The pipes, the pipes were calling...
and with so much left to be said.
When he found out, somehow, that Stanton Friedman was
going to immigrate to Canada, the late Philip Klass once wrote an official
letter on a letterhead admonishing the Canadian Government that they were
about to admit a viper into their embrace.
Based as it was on erroneous bupkis, vicious slander, and
slimy innuendo, I'd say that this was a clear violation of Friedman's civil
rights, a pursuit of happiness, and a malicious threat towards an honorable
pecuniary nexus — a paycheck. Klass tried to ruin
Friedman because Klass knew he was, himself, old news, without relevance,
and intellectually inadequate to the ufological task blossoming before him —
and Friedman made Klass look bad... like a mouth-breathing moron,
Friedman would have had Klass' ass if he'd found
out before the withered old klasskurtzian died.
See -- Phil knew he had no chance to take Stan out on the
issues, so he tried to torpedo Stan —and Stan's whole family— the only way
he had... whisper campaigning, poison pills, and fulsome well-fouling behind
It has just been confirmed to me that "Camembert Boy"
has leaned on the publisher of UFO Magazine to have me removed from its
stable of writers, summarily and with some prejudice I would presume.
I wrote below that it would have been the penultimate
"chicken-shit thing to do" were I to use my small influence over at the
magazine to try to keep him off...
Chicken-shit! By any other name and smelling
as sweet, Danny Boy!
Don't fall foul with Danny "Camembert Boy" Brenton,
folks. Poison pills go to friends, associates, and employers, and
personal fall-out or collateral damage won't seem to matter, much, at all.
How Christian is that?
Why is Camembert Danny's behavior unethical? This
is because one should have the opportunity to confront ones accuser as
damage is being done, after all. Brenton would seem to abrogate natural law,
ethical standards, and all fairness, for his own convenience.
How's that sit with the reader after standing in my shoes?
...And all this only because he knows I'm not likely to
validate him in our community, contest his every expression, implode every
meme -- or the inverse of those things, reader! Won't know until he
resurfaces... but whatever I do will be done in the full light of day,
Brenton can confront his accuser!
Yoo hoo... Camembert!
faster now... soon to be an animated gif...
My Stars and little sputniks, reader, but is it possible —is it
even conceivable— that a paragon of engaging wit, suit-coated
taste, and staunch Enlilian ethics like our "Camembert Boy" would
remotely consider strong-arming, bribery, or unethical quid pro quo to rid
the ufological corporeal of your favorite trouble-maker? Camembert
may have just pointed out his way back, eh? More on that, perhaps,
Those are intimations in the
morphic resonance, nes't ce pas?
Hey, two years running folks... the polls have closed. By a
landslide! I'm your guy! The coveted Zorgy is mine! You
gonna' turn on me now?
Camembert's had its run[ny] and don't think for a minute
I can't appreciate the irony of "Camembert" given the "Limburger" dishing it
out this time... See, I've always had to "take it" backwards two generations
from same. Yeah -- I'm allowing myself a spot of enjoyment at that,
only. The rest is just takin' out the trash, follow? Unpleasant
but satisfying at day's end.
I wonder. Is "anything" acceptable in the service of your lord,
and if so... what's that say about your lord?
"Camembert Danny B" escalates his cowardly
little back-door war to another level of corrupt smarminess! What a
running-dog little ferret he is, reader. Just received a note
from another of the "poison pilled and well poisoned" reporting on DBs
unbrave shenanigans. My response to them was:
"Whew -- glad you're cool on this as
the dark side of Neptune's smallest moon.
On DB... Wow -- You can forward anything to me that you want... but if you
say you're getting letters from him making threats and demands that's good
enough for me.
I regret that. I really do. I regret that this back-shooting Christ-ian Crap
Bastard can so casually impose on my friendships, associations, and
attachments with such impertinent impunity!
I regret that you have to suffer any
inconvenience by my inability to go along with the conventional wisdom of
lambs-blood sociopaths and other uptight if ironically stealthy bible-thumpers.
If I thought for a minute that I
was going to back off on my throttle of imposition regarding the
transmission of his ufologically fatuous reactionary meme, I was in
arrears. I've disabused myself of any notion regarding leniency.
I'm a soldier. I'll redouble my efforts, now. He won't be able to fart in a
hurricane but I've got a comment for it.
He tasks me. I'll see his literary hide tacked on my shed wall.
...Imposing on my friends! The gall!
Once again, I apologize for inconveniencing you... by not validating one
Who died and elected him institutional arbiter, eh? Piss on 'im.
That's right Danny. Piss on you.
I was in for the penny. Now I'm in for the pound. Your move!
Stick your head up somewhere, Skippy!
To the reader losing patience:
"Camembert Boy" Brenton is
operating right out of the Roveian neo-con christo-fascist scut-wit
play-book, or my name is Ferris Beuller!
Do you want a —back-shooting net-weasel— like DB to set the ufological
agenda as he works behind the scenes to pick and choose the "approved"
paranormal players... in my opinion?
Not for me, pilgrims! I must be entirely opposed to behavior which
has not worked, at best, in eight long years!
I get more understandable all the time, don't I, camembert
Well, buckle up, Falstaff!
We're just starting to roll.
Yoo hoo? ... but has anyone seen him bring his
mal-ethical U-Boat to the surface anywhere? ...Can't run on electrics
forever, eh? Gotta' surface and fire up those diesels, recharge those
batteries, and flush out the bad air below decks. They didn't call
them "pig-boats" for nothing. ...Have to be rank by now, I'd
...Well - maybe I'll just go away. Maybe.
Let me go check stores and see how many depth charges I have... Oh yeah, we
can be out here, awhile. Anybody wanna shoot skeet off the fantail?
In UFO MAGAZINE #143, Regan Lee writes>>>
Daniel Brenton’s Signal to Noise
Daniel Brenton has a blog and it's called The Meaning of
Existence and all that: The Odd Little Universe of Daniel Brenton. What
makes his blog different from many blogs, is that it’s a very good blog.
Lehm: ...mmmmmmmno, if I may! It's a little too
pompous, patronizing, and proselytizing for my taste. Moreover, mired in
hubris and anthropomorphism it reeks stealthily of reflex reductionism and
"carry-on" Cartesian-ism...it's two steps back for every one
grudgingly taken forward for my draw, and otherwise chaps my guarded nethers...
...but one man's rotten milk is another woman's
cheese... so maybe DB remains to be a good camembert. An especially soft and
squishy one. Runny even?
Brenton writes insightfully about what’s on his mind
concerning UFOs, UFOlogy, and many other topics, including his own
connection and responses to the spiritual or metaphysical side of things.
But these things aren’t the only reasons why his blog is among the best;
it’s because he’s also a good writer.
Lehm: Plebian hacks and prolapsed pundits can bang the
keys in pleasing ways, too. Still... ain't nothin' like a "meme pimp"
scurrying around in the black-guarding shadows prosecuting in secret what he
paints in daylight as above board best practice via his fatuously suspect
"Signal to Noise," a suspicious ax to be ground. ...As we may see in the proceeding.
Daniel is also co-author with David S. Micheals of of
the recently published Red Moon, a fictional story about finding a surprise
on the Moon. Explains Brenton:
“It's 2019, and a crew of a "return to the
Moon" expedition discover a Soviet manned spacecraft
that's been hidden for half a century. They discover it holds the darkest
secret of theMoon Race, which in turn may help them find an elusive lunar
resource that could very well be the last hope of
Lehm: Right... science fiction. ...Too, that was in
UFO Magazine... because?
The book has been getting good reviews, including this
one from Paul Levisnon, ex-president of the Science Fiction and Fantasy
Writers of America:
"This is not just among the best
first novels I've read in years, it's among the best
Red Moon is a masterpiece."
Brenton gives full credit to David S. Micheals,
"David S. Michaels was the real driving force behind it,
but I feel my contribution to the book is still some of my best writing to
date, I think I can say with a pretty good sense
of certainty if you start with the novel at the
beginning of the prologue and get to the end of the
first chapter, you'll either be hooked or you won't. I've literally
met only one person who didn't like it. I'm really pleased
to have been part of writing this novel."
Lehm: All very
nice, really -- but it's science fiction! Yo', Adrian!
Brenton writes not only well but thoughtfully, which
has led him to create something new: a sort of “point counterpoint” blog
thing. Called Signal to Noise, Brenton hopes to offer his view on an aspect
of UFOlogy on his blog, and another blogger respond on their blog. Sort of
like a UFOlogical intellectual version of blog tag.
Lehm: Wow -- really taking the ufological internet by
storm with such an 'original' idea... totally unlike anything that
hasn't been done before... over an over again since 1992... dozens if not
hundreds and thousands of times... even right here on this electronic page,
reader, a little more challengingly than our Mr. Brenton can remotely allow,
His first Signal to Noise was about the
Contactees, with my response following on my blog Vintage UFO. In
that piece, Brenton showed why Adamski and other Contactees could not have
possibly traveled to other planets, given what we know about physics and
space travel. To that I responded, “well, der.” Okay, I didn’t say that. But
that’s obvious, and focusing on that misses the point. If we take their
stories literally, we’re missing out on what the Contactees can teach us.
Instead we’re wasting time debating the logistics and “reality” of their
visitations within the solar system. In other words, when it comes to the
Contactees, I believe them. I just don’t take them literally.
Lehm: IOW, Ms Lee very correctly points out that it is not as
important that questionable persons make ridiculous claims... but
why these persons make "ridiculous claims" based, moreover, on
intimations of a high strangeness Mr. Brenton is just too timid, frankly, to
address head on.
I asked Daniel what he hoped to accomplish with
Signal to Noise? He stressed the importance of “reflective discussion,”
and underscores the word:
"I'd like Signal to Noise to be a place for reflective
underline dis-cus-sion. There are so many fronts in this
subject that folks can't seem to come eye to eye about. Having an ongoing
dialogue can be rewarding in a number of levels,
let alone maybe even being fun and can suggest ideas and approaches that the
individuals may not have come to on their own.
One of the things I admire about Brenton is his
willingness to seriously consider those aspects of UFOlogy that are too out
there for many researchers:
"There are a group of subjects under the UFO umbrella
that strike me as being just too strange to be taken seriously, such as the
whole Nazi UFO
thing, shapeshifting reptilian aliens ala David Icke, or the Branton "Dulce
Wars" material. Another: the whole Ashtar Command "faith" is just too far
into the "tin foil hat" crowd to even twice about. And yet, maybe by
raising the right discussion with the right person something useful could
emerge. Looking at the Ashtar crowd, for example -- obviously someone takes
this channeled information seriously, even though most of these kind
of things are full or logic problems and contradictions. Why do these
people take it seriously?
And more importantly, where
does this stuff really come from?"
That last statement of Brenton’s is very
important: "where does this stuff really come from?”
Lehm: No, he can push a sock in that,
too. Looked at another way, doesn't the material he so earnestly
professes should be included in ufology's consideration... cross the line
into ready distraction from the aggregate ufology exactly because
it is material so full of "logic problems and
Can it not then be used
ultimately to discredit the aggregate study of true UFOs suggested by Hynek,
Vallee, and McDonald et sig al; the bad, once again, damn-it, effectively pulling down the good?
In effect then using these
dodgy "Ashtarian" proclivities of an information starved population
to dissuade an interested fence sitting individual... about which
they are so information starved? Does Mr. Brenton propose to use a democracy
to destroy a democracy, use a dodgy microcosm to invalidate the highly
strange macrocosm? I suspect he may.
Daniel is optimistic, hoping that Signal to Noise
will generate “. . . a model for working through a premise to a conclusion,
or at least coming to an amicable disagreement.”
Lehm: ...Cut from the "discussion" with no fanfare amidst meepy
protestations of my inability to be "understood," he then whisper-campaigned
behind the scenes, subsequently, subtly trying to get me disallowed from
any discussion. So much for "amicable disagreement.”
Worthy thoughts, but as we know, and as many of us have
experienced, there are many within and the outside looking in within UFOlogy
who seem to desire the opposite.
Lehm: ...And surprise... surprise... surprise...!
Guess where that just described little ferret-face ironically pops up to
bite us on our collective ufological ass!
...Butter-wouldn't-melt-in-his-mouth Danny Brenton!
Who saw that coming?!? Rofl! Reset the
Like many of us, Brenton’s been “pretty much flamed”
for things he’s written; what’s irksome is that these people didn’t take the
time to fully read his work:
“it was clear the people in question had simply given a
knee-jerk reaction to only part of what I had written
without absorbing the whole message."
Signal to Noise might help to be productive and
constructive in the on-going discussion -- genuine discussion -- of the UFO
Lehm: Mussolini wanted trains of temporal
responsibility. Hitler wanted to write the wrongs of the first great war
and reduce crime. George Bush wanted to be a "Uniter and not a divider."
Moreover, I suspect that before me? Our Mr. Brenton
was pretty much getting a free ride. He already shows he
can't take the heat, whining in private mail inauspiciously to me like a
wounded spinster school marm... gushing all manner of dime-store demands,
mal-unctuous ultimatums and threadbare threats. Piffle.
There are certain individuals Daniel has in mind that
he’d like to see participate in Signal to Noise; author and blogger
Mac Tonnies being one:
"Mac Tonnies doesn't blog articles as such very often,
but I'd be delighted
to work with him on pretty much anything."
Whoever participates, it’s important, Brenton says, that
the “right person” is matched “to the right subject for a constructive
Lehm: Right -- until the first time MT diverges from
the party line of the "Brenton Intellectual Box (BIB)," then what?
Maybe MT wasn't the right sort after all... eh?
Some researchers criticize UFOlogy for being the mess
that they consider it to be. I don’t consider it a mess, and the circus like
atmosphere that’s a part of UFOlogy is just what’s to be expected. It’s just
part of the Trickster that’s an inherent part of the anomalous, including
Lehm: ...And in my opinion Ms. Lee shows she's got a
little clearer —certainly braver— understanding of the "highly strange"
than Mr. Brenton is remotely capable.
Still, some are bothered by this, including Brenton.
Lehm: LOL! Take that to the bank!
In this we disagree, but that’s for another day!
Lehm: ...And what did that subsequent day resolve for
Ms. Lee, I wonder?
The point is, Brenton has made some steps toward
creating quality discussion, with honesty and sincerity, about the UFO
phenomena. And no one can argue against that.
Lehm: I can. That Mr. Brenton took "steps" is
certain. But not ones you could see, reader! Not ones of which one could
be proud. Time will tell of course, but in addition to askance and
akimbo? With Mr. Brenton I am decidedly under-whelmed.
Well, "wall to wall Brenton" translated to two pieces in UFO Magazine
# 143 by regular contributors Sean Casteel and Regan Lee.
Addressed in turn:
Sean Casteel reviewed a "science fiction" novel, so... enough said
there. I don't contribute to a "science fiction" magazine and don't
think UFOs are remotely "science fiction." Perhaps Mr. Brenton
believes UFOs are "science fiction" when they are not left-wing college
professors, the liberal media, or seditious demons —Satan-spawn from hell's
hottest bowel— come to drag humanity from the crown of his
white-bread God's creation. I
can't speak for Mr. Brenton.
Mr. Brenton may contribute to a cracker-jack "science fiction" novel
as "hard" as anything Larry Niven's produced — although, I doubt it.
I just don't care. It's science fiction.
In a subsequent piece —that I'm going to spend some time on— we'll
examine Reagan Lee's article entitled "Signal To Noise." It's an
ironic title, sincerely, given how laughable it is to me that I would allow
Mr. Brenton to define for me either signal or noise. I'm
certain he's got them completely ass-backwards or is deaf entirely to what
he could be hearing...
"Signal to Noise" is just more science fiction, I suspect, but Mr. Brenton
dares to intimate non-fiction regarding a fresh look at UFOs.
Let's see how fresh as we winnow out the ideological memes
camouflaged within and trot them out to their conclusions and palsied
Still waiting for the arrival of the magazine of
ufological record! What wisdom our Mr. Brenton must be prepared to
I am pilloried for passions as provoked
by unbrave lack-wits, so suspect that I must fight a poet's fight. My
rhythms are discomfiting for some, perhaps contentious. Still, the song it
sings aspires to truth and light.
Too, what's there is only there
because I sing it in a song. What I would express, expressed, is
thoughtful, clean, and strong. My points have different colors, and the
points that should be made (?) ... in SONG they have a quality crossing
flowers with grenades!
Now how much should I have to pay,
to say these words this way? And what's the price exacted for
What becomes my crime that's just too
heinous to allow, to justify my purging and suppression?
It's true I have a conscience that I wear
upon my sleeve. It's true I'd split the heavens; it's true I'd soar and
cleave. It's true I find religion's just a cop-out and a drag; it's true
there's only guile been implied by ANY flag!
It's true I seek autonomy and the freedom
it implies, but that's just not allowed by those who rule. Self-selected
men and women blessed by birthright are conniving... to insure
themselves a future. We're their tool.
Their clever orchestrations are profound
and plainly seen. They decide intolerance, so it's them defines
obscene. They would write your script and they would tell you what to think;
you're just for their utility.
Too, behind? They nod and wink.
It's true that I would, just as soon, NOT
live my life their way. There's just no honor in it, it would seem. Based
on lie's invention to manipulate control, it's a carny-pitch divergence
from my dream.
I dream of satisfaction that is righteous
and complete. I dream of the forthcoming, and the loss of all conceit. I
dream we fill the emptiness with the wealth of what we know, and that
SECRETS wrongly hidden are exposed to flash and glow!
It's true what I surmise, my friend, that
WE ARE NOT ALONE, and thinking such as this gets hard
to bear. So, I rise up every morning with some coffee for my spark, and I
fix the starry skies, if there, and stare.
What would you expect from me? I've eyes
and I can see! Too, well read and educated, I perceive that I'm not
free. With ears to match and listening, I've found a cosmic road, and on
that trek I'm finding out: I won't be cowed or bowed.
...Distrust of rhyming verse is not my
problem, understand? A song's a weave of rhythm and some verse. It seems to
me that problem rests with others who would dictate how I tell you
what I think, and that's perverse.
Everyone can take the time... to see a
different way. Everyone should have their choice to double, put, or stay...
Everyone's enhanced anew with choices they could make... to, then, fertilize
real learning and improve a person's state.
Yet I must fill a mold been pressed down,
HARD, upon my soul; it doesn't matter what perceptions are! A universe,
before me, stands ignored in an indifference that would smother up the
outburst of a star!
Too, I'm supposed to pack my brain in
cakes of social ice and validate hypocrisy to go along... be nice? If yes?
Be disappointed. I'd be true, at least, to self — to have respect for
others, one must first respect oneself!
I am a poet-warrior...
my blades drip dragon's blood, I'm not apologetic; I'm obverse. All that I
would wish for is the simple honest insight that I'm chanting here, with
you; help lift our curse.
That curse? It is *unknowing*
that we labor with, you see? The curse is the erosion of the stuff that
makes us free. The curse is persecution of divergence we all need... to
aerate potential, be not bored — improve the breed!
Now I'm expected
dutifully to make a place for you, except you as the standard — how it's
done... But where are all your colors and your levels or your
deepness? Where is richness? Where is learning? Where's the fun?
Your thinking's all
peripheral, and bereft of any depth. Your focus is too narrow, and it seems
you're scared too death. Too, to make me pay your sordid freight for all
those fears denied, proclaims your lack of bravery, Sir, for which you're
hardly wait for the Daniel Brenton Commemorative issue of UFO Magazine.
Wall to wall DB I understand! Each line can be weighed and sifted.
Each idea parsed and sectioned with regard to cant and
I am filled with anticipation!
Too, isn't it strange
how a print magazine is still months in the past when it appears on the
stands or in your mailbox. Has "oh, Danny boy..." had his run?
...The magazine pages a strange bloom of a plant or fungus, dead or dieing?
Time will tell.
"The pipes... the pipes..."
I wonder, did Dan sneak himself one green beer? Too, I'd
guess St. Pat really did drive the snakes from Ireland, eh? It
is an odd universe... someone should tell us about it, you
know? Someone not a grain of sand on the same backwater beach that the
reader is too a grain, but someone.
I'm reminded that
it would be the height of chicken-shit were I to use my tiny influence to
try to "poison the well" over at UFO-M for Dan... on account of he's Benny
Hinn elbowing his way into a social scalar ripe for captivation from which
he can profit in some way he believes... to proscribe and prosecute his
unctuous shtick of genteel proselytization, eh? But those are only my
feelings -- and I may be biased.
But I'm just not
wired the way required to stick it to a guy that way, and won't suffer it
either -- moreover; it would never have even occurred to me.
But seriously... Danny has a place, still, if he
doesn't insist he calls the shots with regard to his own puckered
traditions, outdated religious sensibilities, general artlessness, robotic
Cartesianism, or persons not quick to validate his questionable paradigm.
If he stops sneaking around like Cardinal Richelieu, stops his ultimatums,
foregoes all demands... and pretends no threats, eh?
Hey! The Eagles got back together!
Otherwise, I suspect he going to be under-gunned with whatever he walks
into the corral with, you know?
Regarding DB... I'm acutely aware of an
embarrassment contingent to all this, and I don't relish it despite
appearances. But I can't let this unctuously earnest faux-moralist
prevail in a stealthy ambush of my... well, call it my
philosophical paradigm because, frankly, I perceive it as one of inclusion
and authoritativeness dwindling in an increasing tyranny... where DB's
(just the latest ufological dilettante and clueless spoiler for my money)
is one of exclusionary cant and biased authoritarianism, it would appear,
and so more of the unchanging same.
He can change my mind any time he wants to.
Keep your eye on this illio. It appears to be flushing!
3/13/2008 2:16 PM
Daniel Brenton wrote:
I don't recall him specifying who figured this out, though he implied that
this method worked.
...Unlike Mr. Brenton's method, one comes to find: a bilious
expression of last century faith-driven elitism, deified Cartesian-ism,
reflexive reductionism, a too liberally dosed Occam, secret blacklists,
Byzantine secretiveness, whisper campaigns, self-serving duplicity, and
intellectual cowardice, just to start.
You have to keep in mind that his
story is that he was one of the sailors on board the USS Eldridge when the
Philadelphia Experiment was performed.
One should keep in mind that DB is just another
"Danny-come-lately," tardy to the party, frankly, so busily in the throes of
"earnest" wheel-reinvention. He's not remotely authoritative on
the subject of UFOs, reader, offers nothing new, and contributes nothing
constructive. Mac Tonnies is who he wants to be when he grows up, I
Flying saucers enter the picture,
then Montauk shows up down the road, etc.
Etc? Our blasé
ufological sophisticate might consider:
...Then wipe that
fatuous smirk of his face... he's a handle on exactly bupkis.
A quick Google search will turn
up a lot of information that puts his credibility in serious doubt.
A quick Google
search of Daniel Brenton will turn up a lot of information... not really
demonstrating any real "credibility," at all, putting a current
"contribution" into serious doubt. Indeed -- Mr. Brenton has endured
no test... not even one of time.
Fun stuff to think about, though
-- and I suspect this is the bottom line: the guy had a talent for latching
onto ideas that were fascinating enough that people would get caught up in
them for a while.
Let's play the "New-Name Game" with DB's last tedious little
gasp. From that DB just preceding:
Brenton has a talent for latching onto ideas fascinating
enough for people to get caught up in them... for a while."
Another lovely intellectual loss leader
offered at the
Culture Of Contact by he who can know no shame...
Indeed, I suspect we might be able to categorize all of Mr. Brenton's
contributions as such given some pretty conclusive evidence that our newest
self-validating teacher, leader and holder of the
ufological guiding light is a garden-variety back-shooting blog-bravo.
What is Mr. Brenton's contribution worth when your
disagreement with same provokes portentous secret pronouncements from this
prolapsed popinjay of the paranormal, puling forth from his poison-pen or
the forehead used to bang on an equally poison keyboard?
I recall Al Bielek made the claim, I think in the late 1980s, that some
bright boy discovered greys could be prevented from walking through walls by
putting them in Faraday cages. For those unfamiliar with the concept,
Wikipedia has an explanation at:
I wonder what would happen if Daniel Brenton was placed in a Faraday
cage? Could we trust his report on same to be free of peculiar
idiosyncratic baggages or irrelevantly Byzantine exclusivenesses?
Mr. Bielek, in my mind, is one of those folks who
would say some really interesting things, but two sentences later would
plunge off the edge of the world into some kind of bizarre fantasy land.
Yes, yes thank you... which is descriptive of exactly everyone in the
field as the crow flies, so then saying absolutely bupkis. Don't
believe me? Let's try!
"Mr. Brenton, to my mind, is one of
those folks who would say some really interesting things, but two sentences
later would plunge off the edge of the world into some kind of bizarre
See, dependant on how you hold your mouth? It works.
New Latin "let the buyer beware..." Amen to that, eh reader? Let
that buyer indeed beware...
Too, that's one of those cool conversational punctuators to say when "ya
got nothin'... " and lack the institutional fortitude to start every morning
with a hot steaming cup of "just shut the f__k up."
Rather like "nes't ce pas," nes't ce pas? LOL! I know you're
Yeah yeah yeah... I hear the internal dialogue... have another sip.
I'm banging this tattering drum because something un-admitted festers in the
community to which the lovely Mr. Brenton's invited himself, and I'm loath
to shake it loose because I believe Mr. Brenton is evil and must be
But I suspect that our Mr. Brenton would propose to pick
and choose among us who would be allowed to express themselves on our small
world stage! Moreover, he would diligently work behind the scenes,
himself, to discredit, disallow, and defuse that
"black list" of which he has been even boastful! There's
going to be a problem with that... does the reader begin to see the
problem? How evil does evil have to be before it is evil, and evil
See, if you have to fifth-column your corrosive campaign behind
the scenes is a serial sociopathy of well-poisonings and
whisper-campaigns... well, it just may be that your arguments for same don't
hold up in the light of day. Perhaps these arguments are without
quality, relevancy, or imagination as the old accusatory
rock is kicked over, eh? Perhaps these arguments can be seen as bigoted,
reactionary, and hubritic in an openness or glasnost of
genuine forthrightness? Perhaps they just don't sell in sunlight?
Too, if you have to put your ideological daggers in the back of your
opponent or "other undesirable personage," it's likely that it's because
those daggers can't easily penetrate from the front, am
Finally, how unmanly Mr. Brenton appears to be when he cannot
propound his combative activities directly and with some small
courage and must sneak in the shadows to deliver same!
Perhaps Mr. Brenton is only trying to spare me my feelings and further
public embarrassment by pretending this web page is not getting hit 80 to
150 times a day —Small stage like I said— but its a little late for
that. The reader can rest assured I know this is embarrassing, but
the condition has evolved passed that. I have to take it too the
Because I refuse to allow the indefatigable Mr. Brenton any input on
whether or not I express myself on the boards of others. I'm not
convinced, you see, that Mr. Brenton is capable of a constructive input.
A Danny Brenton sighting! He comments at
Culture Of Contact where he gloats in self-engineered safety
from my evil [TM] clutches or revealing criticisms dependant on the way ones
mouth is held:
Mr. Brenton, ever the authoritative wax coating for the
stealthy authoritarian, eh? Note the obvious teaser, "especially."
"Oh gee, Mr. Wizard? Why especially?"
Then he can propound eloquently in cheerily toast-mastered
—and therefore easy to digest— "glib-sterisms" why "especially," and
therefore providing for his own relevancy on an issue one was manipulated to
ask him about. See how that works?
I still want to know if he voted twice for GWB. Why?
Well, besides being interested in the aggregate quality of Mr. Brenton's
suspected ulterior-ism... because Mr. Brenton would judge and so must
be judged. It's in the bylaws.
The appearances notwithstanding... that
Daniel Brenton is incapable of directness and openness, that he lacks a
righteous constitution to take the field in an open debate, or that he is
aware himself of the egregiousness of his clandestine activities and
is ashamed... it remains, "I've developed a level of notoriety in [my]
community..." to mea culpa on error, show consistency, and not hold a
grudge. All indications are: a dialogue is always
inbounds and accessible.
And I have to wonder, am I that undesirable as a contemporary,
as a compatriot, or as a friend... or is it that Mr. Brenton understands
all too well that I'm not going to reflexively validate his questionable
paradigm and would explore the envelope of every aspect of it wherever the
data went... emotional, psychological, or sociological? I would, of
course, suspect the latter.
Still, feeling wronged by Mr. Brenton in the community alluded to, I
Like a peach in a bucket of rotten meat.
surprise, I have developed a level of notoriety in the UFO community as a
relatively level-headed, reasonably intelligent “truthseeker,"
— Daniel Brenton
"Judge a tree by its fruit, friend, not its flower." —
There are wide differences between myself and
Daniel Brenton. Brenton would undertake clandestine if combative issue with
Chief among the aforementioned differences practiced on my side
of the wire is an albeit reluctant if consistent willingness to
directly confront an outrage. This is a willingness obviously lacking
in some "Strange Little Universes." Insulting rocks
get kicked over, of needs.
See, it appears some of those "little universes" should get a
little more light. Let's roll in a barrel of flaming fuel oil and see
what imps run from the rotten stumps found therein:
Mr. Brenton, a coward in my opinion, is content to slink
lugubriously behind the scenes by way of clandestine calls and letters — a
blackguard's cornucopia of black lists, autocraticisms, and authoritarian
unctuousnesses. He is that gleeful authoritarian issuer of canted demands, a
shadow-caster of biased aspersions, and a glad
producer of ax-grinding ultimatums.
This is a controlling stranger reaching out secretly to others and imposing a view
that is as short sighted as it is unimaginative, as limiting as it
is restricting, as religiously authoritarian as it is
anthropomorphically hubristic... and it is no friend to individual respect,
collegiality, or toleration, either, I gather.
See, there is no defense against his kind of
unbrave attack on character and reputation. Brenton's brand of attack
is like a cancer growing on in secret until it becomes inoperable... and
ones perhaps faultless character is invalidated — reputation is wrongfully eroded. All
in maddeningly poisonous secret. What is your risk of contracting this
same cancer, reader?
If you want to express your own thoughts and ideas?
This is back-door behavior exceeding even that of a "Rich Reynolds,"
actually! At least Reynolds has the sack to cast his fatuous
aspersions out loud. We point out differences here
between easy to see garden slugs and hard to notice scrotal leeches only...
Forgetting the latter allusion immediately preceding, what kind of person
is Mr. Brenton? Indeed, who is Mr. Brenton?
One need go no
further than his rules for contributing to his own
the answer to that. See, a more paranoid, insulting, and
of intellectual hobbling has hardly ever been keyed into cyberspace.
With no small trepidation let's go there and read between the lines of
same and see what's detected in suspicious oozes yearning to be
[Cue the thunderous organ music and raise the black
felt curtains, reader!]
claim: the following copyrighted material is a subject of its own
and quoted from the link immediately above to facilitate critical
DB: It has become clear to me that a
commenting policy should be defined and posted at any site, forum, or blog
that permits visitors to make them, because, just as driving seems to do do,
the internet appears to bring out the worst in some of us.
Yes, I agree. Additionally, pointing away from
oneself leaves three fingers pointing decidedly back,
you know? The internet is indeed a boon to well poisoners,
poison-pen writers, malicious networkers, and other cheerful psychopaths
masquerading as the pious, compassionate and calmly rational — the
Yes. We couldn't be in more
agreement! The absolute worst!
DB: (Hey, that came out more polite in
tone than I thought it would.)
Well... no. No, it didn't. What it did
accomplish —to the person forewarned so forearmed— was to preview
Danny Brenton as an authoritarian scold and black-water
censor right up front. Thanks.
DB: I’m offering these as a way of
defining my expectations of what I consider acceptable comments. These are
exactly the same as on DanielBrenton.com.
That will be a narrow little door to get through, reader, in
the best of times, and it won't be carrying any criticisms of one Daniel Brenton, Technicolor coat-pretender and toxic meme-shill,
Easier for a rich man to get through the eye of a needle, eh?
DB: Now, I know the rude dogs won’t
even bother to read these, and that’s fine, because submitted comments are
as easy to delete as spam, though they aren’t worth as much.
Some of us will read them, Banny Doy (sic); some of us will
show you how they are used to show you yourself.
Too, I'll take a rude dog over a slinking snake anytime.
A rude dog may hump your leg, but a snake's bite lasts and lasts.
DB: Also, it has become obvious that
most sites, forums, and blogs need to post a statement regarding the
ownership of the content of comments.
Perhaps, only for those bloggers trying to validate their
own brand of online megalomania, am I right... ...though, just not a very
forthcoming, out-front, or upright one, eh? A good example of a bad
example perhaps... that which it would decry, actually.
DB: If this strikes you as needless
boilerplate, I have two words for you: tort reform. (If it
walks like the devil and talks like the devil, it probably is
Daniel Brenton believes he knows who that is reader!
The devil walks and talks and one daren't dance with same in the broad
moonlight! And tort reform?!? Did Daniel Brenton vote twice
for George W. Bush? ...Bet he did. Ask him. Judge a tree by its
fruit, reader, not its flower.
DB: Bottom line: if these policies are
unacceptable to you, you are under absolutely no obligation to comment here.
Don't worry 'Danny boy'! Forget a lack of desire, some of us realize that there
was never a chance for remotely getting a foot in the door at your
Who are we? That contrary bunch refusing to validate your
scrofulous religious shadow-paradigm! Better get used to that. I'm just
getting warmed up! Too, I'm keen on judging a tree by the fruit
DB: If you can’t understand
that, your name is probably Brittany Spears. Are you out
Understood passed a level at which Mr. Brenton would be
comfortable, I suspect, as Mr. Brenton reveals himself further.
Too, seems a good Christ-ian could forgive Ms. Spears... you
know, "...hate the sin love the sinner"?
DB: Commenting Policy
Posted February 10, 2008
...I mean, seriously,
who would remotely
such a massively anal compilation of
insult as the following?
DB: 1. All comments are moderated by me
or a designee, period. This is my site, and I am responsible for it’s
"I am the Lord thy God... Thou shalt have no other gods
DB: 2. I ask that the commentor, out of
courtesy to other readers, stay close to the topic of the article commented
on. Also, though this site is not geared toward children, I request comments
stay “PG” rated. I reserve the right to edit for “harsh language.”
You know! Like "poop," "titty," or "rusty
trombone"... "Daniel Brenton is a mendacious bastard and cowardly
back-shooter," is sure to qualify.
DB: 3. Comments that are obviously spam
won’t see the light of day. I do however recognize some spam
may be in the eye of the beholder. My general guideline is if any links
provided take me to what is obviously a purely commercial site, I make a
personal determination of whether the material on the linked site is
relevant (or not) to the discussion at hand.
Read: Anything not IAW Brenton's ardent myopia or otherwise
curling Danny's meager little short-hairs is verboten, of needs!
DB: 4. Naturally, comments promoting
illegal, treasonous, or blatantly unethical behavior, such as hate crime,
will not be tolerated.
This from the best kind of American, reader, am I right?
That's the kind believing that a christo-fascism is better than complete
godlessness. "Blatantly unethical"? ROTFLMAO! You dare,
Sir?! Pot and kettle, as would be predicted, share the obligatory
DB: 5. I reserve the right to remove
comments after posting, should I recognize something objectionable after the
fact. Out of fairness to visitors, I will try to keep this to a minimum.
Read: Danny Boy reserves the right to flip-flop later... you
know, if his arbitrary switch gets flipped, or his autocratic tail gets
tromped on and it's not apparent till later after earnest consideration over
his hot toddy.
DB: 6. Though most of the material I
picture for this blog specifically will not be essays or exposition intended
to provoke serious thought, if a commenter is so inclined I invite
intelligent discussion on it. This, truly, can be helpful to me, and I think
I am honest enough with my self that I can recognize this. By intelligent
discussion I mean that not only is an intelligent argument being presented,
but it is clear the commenter has understood the entire drift of what I am
saying, and not simply “knee-jerking” to one statement without taking the
entire context into account.
Meaning: ...any damn thing he wants it to mean, but generally
it's comments in agreement are what's desired, and a criticism
of a "part" is a disallowed criticism of the "whole." It helps to be conversant
with the "jealously officious anal twit," dialect of
snake-speak. On reflection, Danny would get a quick appointment to
Slytherin House I'm betting; the sorting hat would not hesitate.
Moreover, when his entire premise, that he has a workable approach to
ufological ephemera, is rejected out of hand as being pedantically
unimaginative, philosophically outdated, and intellectually
exclusionary? The whole program falls apart and
one has perhaps urgent need for a tablet or stella, its eleven
commandments proscribed, to lash a whole rotten gut-sack of hubristic crap
7. I am not perfect and I feel I am capable of admitting
Such humility is indeed humbling, c'n ya dig it? And
besides, reader, is it your experience that persons compelled to make
this particular disclosure don't believe it themselves and are just shining
you on for the big con?
I ask that requests for corrections, clarifications, or retractions be made
in a reasonable, non-inflammatory manner. .
Myself -- I'd prefer to be treated in a manner showing
courage, Sir, and not be sniped at from around corners unheard or shot in
the freaking back by someone once shown a degree of collegiality... and all
I appreciate the opportunity to reward Brenton's too casual betrayal!
Besides, Danny boy is a lot further from perfection than he thinks.
Rich Reynolds (a scurvy cur owing me damages and an
apology) is actually
DB: 8. Comments that are openly
insulting naturally will not be tolerated. I am a basically reasonable human
being, and comments such as these make the assumption I am not.
I suspect that may be the stupidest, whiniest, and most
ironic thing I've ever read. See, Daniel Brenton is by no means
reasonable! He's an impotently scolding martinet at best and an
authoritarian McCarthyite at worst, imo. Moreover, one who's
so grievously nonplussed by insult should refrain from same.
DB: 9. Though I doubt the material to
be presented here will provoke much of this, any comments that are clearly
based in a “debunking” mentality will not be posted. By this, I mean that it
is clear by the content of the comment the individual is not interested in
an intelligent discussion and dismisses my observations without sound basis.
"...is not interested in an intelligent discussion and
dismisses my observations without sound basis." Right -- just re-read
read rule one...
DB: 10. Comments need to be
understandable, not just for my sake, but the sake of the other readers.
Anything written in what is essentially a personal code, or having extensive
references to in-jokes, or in an opaque personal “style” have no place
here.I, in fact, went through a phase of writing many years ago, in which I
recognized afterwards I was using deliberately obscure references and
leaving it to the audience to figure the whole thing out. At the time I felt
it was artistic. I now recognize I was being rude to my
audience by making unfair demands on them. Because of this experience, I
know this kind of writing when I see it.
ROTFLMFAO! Who-ya talkin' to here, honey-poops?
That said, I suspect you refuse to understand anything not massaging your
doughy thighs or slapping your wadded back. You pedestrian. You
hack-writer. You artless Philistine. I trust all this was
DB: Further, efforts to hide derision
behind “artistic language” are immature attempts to humiliate, and are acts
of moral cowardice.
This from the craptastic pen of web-doms most
recently exposed shadow-running snake and errant back-shooter? "Moral
cowardice," Mr. Brenton should know, is more closely typified by sneaking
around behind the scenes well poisoning and whisper campaigning, nes't ce
My greatest insult: Sir; You. Have. No. Art!
DB: Additionally, I did read A
Clockwork Orange many years ago, and in doing so was forced to learn
Anthony Burgess’s “Nadsat” language in order to understand the novel.
Burgess later said this was an example of the use of brainwashing and was in
fact what he was doing to the reader.
Anthony Burgess’ A Clockwork Orange might begin a long list
of things that DB could rethink more aggressively, eh?
DB: Been there, done that, not
doing it again.
pretty clear to me that Mr. Brenton has been nowhere, done
nothing, and that he should give something out-of-the-box a try... real soon.
DB: I do not support the efforts of
other individuals to brainwash the public, and you should not either. (Mr.
Burgess, I want those two weeks back, with interest. Now.)
Anthony Burgess is a massive set of literary shoulders to
which Daniel Brenton, I submit, seems incapable of climbing. That
said, I predict "A Clockwork Orange" will be in print long after DB's
tediously facile "production" is dust.
DB: 11. There is unfortunately a need
for a blacklist. This was started at DanielBrenton.com and the same listing
will be maintained for both sites.
Um-humm -- I pray I've graced them both! Eleven
commandments, still. One better than God, eh?
DB: Comment Ownership
Posted February 10, 2008
DB: Comments posted here become my
intellectual property unless a
copyright notice is made with the comment.
That said, I am not in the habit of “mining” comments or other people’s
material for use in my own, and have a very low opinion of those who do.
You may have noticed I post very few images here. This is for several
reasons, but mostly because I am mindful of Copyright Law and wish to
observe the spirit of it. If this is an issue and you feel the need to
make some comment about an article or something here, you can correspond
with me through my Contact
page and we’ll work it out from there.
...Astonishing ZOT! If the contributor fails to append the
recognized codicil or legal statement regarding copyright to her
contributions, Mr. Brenton claims ownership of same! LOL!
What fraptious brass! That pretty much clears up
posting over there for me even if I could. I suspect
Brenton's posting "buyer" should beware about data mining.
See -- Our lad, Danny Brenton esq., is not what he
appears. Sugar and spice on the day side, he reverts to a weak-wristed
and tubercular Mr. Hyde when the sun goes down.
As regards a revealed Mr. Brenton, Best keep
one hand on your wallet and the other over your anal pore, eh? No
accusation, understand... just sayin'.
We'll keep ya'll posted. If Mr. Brenton comes off his
self-annealed reservation to post commentary elsewhere, he should consider
each word, carefully. You can read the "on reservation" stuff right
here. Stay tuned, and pardon my flippancy — just
trying to stay light on a pretty dark affair.
I'm only thrown off the finest
Boards or List serves, the constant reader knows. Jeremy Vaeni and his Culture Of
Contact are in pretty good company, and, ironically, held in the same high
regards as the only other List Serve summarily booting me:
Errol Bruce-Knapp's Virtually Strange Network, once upon a time.
I really love both these guys, and they both really love me, eh? Oh
not like civil-unions-in-Vermont-and-adopt-kids appreciative, but
substantive and genuine, to be sure. Sincere and serious literary Ninjas
respectful of each other's skills. Fellow travelers in a sense...
three men of honor and conviction throwing rocks in the klasskurtxian
dragon's cave... simpler times.
So how did I get booted from Vaeni's board?
Well, it seems provenance was a whisper campaign behind the scenes
to Jeremy regarding the threatened popularity of Vaeni's whole enterprise: blog,
book, and podcast... reader... if one Alfred Lehmberg, your
humble web-tender, was not removed from the company of these refined and
august persons, post haste!
The most visible of these specious ass-hats was a pseudonymed "Will C."
Here's a nastier nicky-new guy and sack-less nabob ne're smote the hallowed halls
of hyperspace, and piss on 'im!
It was "either him or us" whined this
faux-witted gasbag and pseudo compassionate poser... this
flaccid gainsayer, this sneering paranormal pretender... this
oh so constipated and conflicted Christ-ian. He can be counted
upon to pass out the dung crusted pitchforks... ever ready to light the righteous torch.
Pause to shudder in revulsion.
Frankly, the man deserved a thrashing for his uninformed effrontery, his
thoughtless mockery, and his mawkish sarcasm. I gave it to him. It
was deserved. I'll do it again.
The man is a mouth-breathing dim-bulb masquerading as a dispenser of witty bon mots. I'll spit in his
eye and charge for eye-wash.
Though wait! The "most visible,"
certainly intimates a "least visible."
Surprisingly, this proves to be a person who is newly trying to carve out a
reputation for himself as a 21st century Christian-centered ethics
master of the Intelligent ufological Design Totem (IUDT), presumably,
lavishly as a faultlessly trustworthy philosophical goto guy buffered by his
fatuous proposal, reader, regarding the clean up of a ufological Dodge by an
Bible brigade... while being gaggingly saccharin to one another in the tedious bargain!
I only smiled then. I'm laughing out loud now.
Brenton. A murmurer. A Back-shooter. A "whisper
campaigner" making demands, giving ultimatums, and casting
secret aspersions. Not all that Christ-ian, one would think.
Certainly a coward's indirectness, I suspect, along with a
betrayer's aspect. Too, at
the denouement, just not "who" Danny boy was making himself out to be,
I suspect the wrong guy was booted from COC.
Judge a tree by it's fruit, reader, and all power to Jeremy, you know?
I suspect he was played masterfully by an acolyte toastmaster, and I
believe he himself may resent how things shook down. Though, I won't speak
Welcome to Little Danny Brenton's "Odd Little Universe."
Ironically: the same duplicity,
the same inconsistency, and the same hypocrisy at which he
would cluck disapprovingly, I'm sure, but earning abundantly his observing eyes
askance and arms held decidedly akimbo.
That's how DB rolls? Got my eyes on you, Danny-boy.
Though, you're not the first Christian pretender to sport a rock in his
left hand. See you on the battlefield, boyo. Marshall your busier
verbs. Let's see how you hook and jab once you're
dragged out from beneath your pious rock.
...And get a suit that fits.
Who's the Piggy-backing Monkey?
Why does Stuart Miller keep putting Rich Reynold's stuff up?
I would have surmised that behavior RR's engaged in would get him a
permanent "time out" for not working or playing nice with others. Moreover,
he's allegedly engaged in another self-aggrandizing witch hunt where
the persons to be harassed are secret and dispensed only to those
serious enough to appreciate the data. Voldemort is back!
Whisper campaigning by any other name smelling as sweet. Yeah...
like a bad compost heap, or a hooker's mouth after a busy night.
Here is an example of what he suggests to do to others, I suspect, the
threat of which is entirely useful in getting others to refrain from
criticizing him I would suppose.
That's nothing but a red flag to me, reader, and this blood-sucking
insect can taste my literary blade. Why? Simply:
Consider, reader, that Rich Reynolds propounds a continuance of the
preceding on others. Perhaps even myself... again. I'll let
the reader decide.
From the site linked above: RR in
Some UFO mavens investigate and ruminate on the UFO mystery; a few
actually research the enigma, and have for many years.
...And who would know this, you? A mendacious literary pretender who is
as tedious a communicator as he is an uninspired commentator? Shove your
maven, Reynolds! In pain, of needs, and with prejudice, pound it!
There are individuals who propose far-out ideas and hypotheses, and
considered anathema by their UFO peers.
In the first place you have no peers. Cave wall slime is
traditionally sans such. In the second place you can only be
talking about yourself. Classic projection.
That’s expected in the rough and tumble world of UFOs where ego is
You'd know you pompous, strutting, and no talent gasbag. You'd
Then there are the parasites and sycophants who pilfer material from
others for their blogs and web-sites, pretending they are actively serving
the UFO community.
Gag! You transcend a normal "ick" factor. Like Bill O'Reily grunting
about German waffles & his slippery soaped-up slicknesses. Phlegm
encountered on a door knob. ...Provokes expectoration, you know?
And of course there are those who do nothing but cavil about the
endeavors of others who are enchanted by the UFO phenomenon.
"Cavil," you fatuous piss-wit. It's you the "caviler," a personification
of same, a walking breathing avatar of "trivial and frivolous
Trivial and frivolous? Perhaps, when you're not edge-running
libelous or borderline slanderous accusations as over the top as
they are untrue. Cavil, indeed!
But the worst are those with a criminal mind-set or psychopathic
predilections who cause harm in the UFO community, but more often perform
criminal acts that have nothing to do with UFOs, yet the phenomenon is used
to cover their nefarious and often obscenely malevolent deeds.
...And here we have our attendant and issue garden variety sociopath
regard himself in a mirror! Everyone just looks down at their plates
The UFO community generally – many think always – ignores the
deviants within the community; some noted, decent UFO researchers actually
harboring and supporting these few disgustingly diseased persons.
Yes -- I suppose you ARE over-tolerated, among others. What would you
propose we do with you!
This means that UFO investigators don’t even know who’s performing
felonious acts within their midst, or they choose to look the other way.
I'm looking pretty hard at you right now, boyo!
We’ve exposed three individuals (elsewhere) who show up in various UFO
venues regularly, but who also show up in venues that show them to be
egregiously pathological, and dangerously so.
That's what I want to know! Why are you remotely tolerated? Why
are you linked to? Why are you allowed to crab your cheezy little errant
platitudes -- inflict a writing style more tedious even than my own -- in a
civil community like you had something productive to add at all? Why can't
people perceive you as a clear threat to unfettered discourse and discussion
and shun you like the intellectual leper that you are?
These are persons who engage in acts that would sicken many of those
who are presently ignorant of their activities, or are in a state of denial
about them (having been apprised of the criminality at some point).
That's right! I keep a sick bag handy just in case I run across you or
one of your sites!
(One person protests any accusations against him so rigorously, so
often, that the Shakepearean dictum of “methinks [he] doth protest too much”
...And who would we be talking about here ... you
prolapsed and suppurating south end of a northbound toad! You tried this once, you
scurvy bastard. You disappeared for months, I recall, as a result.
Cave wall slime has a tenacity, it would seem.
UFO researchers – the serious ones – are in a world all their own,
consumed by UFOs and related issues.
Ignoring you, you mean.
They don’t let the real world intrude, and thus slips by those who
would use the phenomenon to cloak their underhanded and even dastardly
deeds, going about corrupting those who are naïve or young while seeming to
be reputable human beings because they are tolerated or lofted by the big
names in ufology.
You report on yourself, plainly. That old trick of shouting fire to
distract from the torch in your own hand. It's going to be less effective
this time, I suspect, and you will even be further marginalized. And
consider your facile warning here, so easily discredited, shows you shoot
from the hip on this stuff and cannot be trusted on it... kind of like Bush
lying us into Iraq... you won't be heard if you've a REAL warning to shout!
Like you ever could...
But you don't give a damn about that! You only operate to aggrandize
yourself at the expense of others. You crap bastard.
We’ve disclosed the names and activities that we allude to here to
some in the UFO community, and they have turned their backs on the
Why don't you and Kal Korff commiserate to each other on it and see if
you can't come to a solution. I'm betting he wouldn't have a thing to do
with you, though, as it is a fact that he is superior to you. Oh in
every way, Rich. In every way!
But there still remains a slew of UFO hobbyists who have yet to find
out that among them are wolves (and worse) in sheeps’ clothings.
Right -- and you're getting too fat for your sheep suit. It's
obvious what you are.
And until those perverse propagandists are made to account for their
private perversities and criminal activities, the UFO world will be tainted,
subliminally by their continued intrusions and parasitic use of UFOs to
provide them cover for their wayward lifestyles and misdeeds.
Christ man! Go take a pill! Zounds, but a village somewhere is missing
its issue mouth breather!
More about this upcoming…
You better hope you don't.
You know what? Encountered on the street or in polite society count
on me to spit in your eye and charge for eye wash!
[...Thanks and a tip of the hat to my good friend and ardent admirer David
...And there you have it folks! Who's the real monkey piggybacking on
the back of a suffering ufology? What say you, Stuart?
...AND HERE'S WHAT STUART HAD TO SAY
with my response to same:
> From: Stuart Miller <email@example.com>
> Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2007 15:22:54 +0100
> Subject: Re: Piggy-Backing Monkeys?
>> From: Alfred Lehmberg <firstname.lastname@example.org>
>> To: <email@example.com>
>> Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2007 14:59:47 -0500
>> Subject: Piggy-Backing Monkeys?
>> Why does Stuart Miller keep putting Rich
Reynold's stuff up?
> Because [Reynolds]
is an idiot.
Mmmm-no, Sir! He is not
an idiot even if he is a strutting pompous
gas-bag. He is a crafty, crafted, and thoroughly crafting sociopath
spreading pestilent stories in maddening whisper campaigns about
persons who call him on his crap. He is doing this currently. He is
not an idiot, but if he is, he is the same kind of "idiot" as Joe
McCarthy or Karl Rove or Kal Korff.
>> I would have surmised that behavior RR's engaged
in would get him
>> a permanent 'time out' for not working or playing nice with
>> others. Moreover, he's allegedly engaged in another witch hunt
>> where the persons to be harassed are 'secret' and dispensed only
>> to those 'serious' enough to appreciate the data.
> Firstly, I
apologize if my publicizing Rich's work causes you
> pox-related angst of a puss-related continuance. You would be
Given the facts and past
history I would say so, without reservation.
> He's an interesting phenomenon.
Then let him go find
occupation in a side-show as a slug-eating
> Barred from this club (see, you
> do have friends Alfred despite what Kimball says) and not
> prepared to sit here quietly, he has picked his ball up and gone
Let him go straight to hell,
sans passing go and without
> But it has to be said that of
late, and in the main, he has been
> writing direct, hard hitting, observant, relevant and worthwhile
What!? Socorro and Roswell
were 'balloons' and Father Gill needed
glasses -- Case closed? Very arguablely he may have been the
broken clock correct twice a day... but he keeps fiddling with the
adjustment knob himself so he screws up even that. This hardly
qualifies as "direct, hard hitting, observant, relevant and
worthwhile," and even if he did as you say his other behaviors
obviate all that. Hey! Hitler cleaned up crime and Mussolini had
the trains run on time! The former was poisoned, shot, and then
burned and the latter hung by piano wire.
> He has said things that have
Well -- Stuart. Then hear me
> He has cut
> through the BS and, aside from me, there aren't too many others
> around doing the same thing.
He's produced much, much more
BS than he could ever cleave, Stuart.
On my watch he's an insipid abundance, not an appreciated minority.
Moreover, I loath a dirty fighter... and he's the dirtiest!
> But from time to time the old Rich
emerges and the bile he feels
> towards those here who closed the door behind him resurfaces and
> we get this scatter gun and meaningless backlash like the one
> you have highlighted. And the phrase "I won't name names - you
> all know who I mean" gets rolled out again. On this point, did
> you notice the pleading in the comments section?
Oh -- you mean those comments
in fawning accordance with an R-cubed
'party-line' and so making it past his smothering moderation, or
produced himself as another of his poison pen, but obsequiously
agreeing little sock-puppets. Which one of those did you mean?
As to closed doors? Mr.
Reynold's wrote that script himself.
> Its true, he could have had you in
mind this time round Alfred
> but there is one thing I would suggest that you remember; its
> Rich Reynolds.
Right! Right!! Rich
Reynolds! A rat bastard who airily intimates
that it can be demonstrated where his opponents may be shown to
have had sex with children! Sex with Children, Stuart! A line is
That scurvy dog's response? That I
"doth protest... ...too much"!
I want that bastard's head rotting on a Tower of London's spire like
> It isn't Dick Hall. Now if Dick
was saying nasty
> things about you, you'd have to get your hanky out and mop your
There can be no comparison
between RR and DH. That is a red
herring unworthy of you, Stuart. There are some things which shall
not be said if untrue, on this side of the pond, anyway. That
someone has sex with children is one of those things.
> Chin up. Christmas isn't far off.
Santa Clause is dead, Stuart.
So also is RR's potential for any
worthwhile contribution to our shared community interests.
Now -- all that said. Every time I see that unrepentant
crap-artist's head above the berm I'll be taking a literary swing at
That's owed to all the persons who he would intimidate or
slander or otherwise libel. That's owed to an eventual
granddaughter or grandson who must read unsettling histories about grandpop.
That's owed to persons who would speak out but know they are powerless
against an intruded propaganda... so are muzzled . That's owed
to truth, justice, and the American Way... progressive, eclectic,
broadminded, open-minded, concerned with regard for INDIVIDUAL rights, and
free from needless fear or the intimidations of bumptious sociopaths.
Yeah-yeah-yeah... talk to the
hand: that's what it's supposed to be. That is what
Let me say, too, one who I
would call friend, that I am saddened by
your cavalier attitude in RR's regard and not a little obfused (sic) by
And you Ricardo, you
scuttling sub-arthropod (...and I know you're reading because you are too
vain to do otherwise). You are the enemy of that preceding, flatly.
Moreover, you damage me, Sir,
and where you don't damage, you insult, where you don't insult, you offend,
where you don't offend, you..., well -- there's no reason to continue
to be tedious, but know we could go on for about a page with the like.
See, you're an offense on too many levels to consider, comfortably.
But I'll try, Richie... I'll try.
You owe me
Reynolds. You have and would continue to damage me, Sir. I would
have your head on the aforementioned pecuniary spire.
behavior (to be generous) how many others are you going to owe before you're
Richie, I will do everything in my power to insure that the future mob
gathered to string you up won't abuse you too badly before they do.
Thief And An Errant Spoiler?
Got me a cracker-jack idea, folks!
I bought-up the domain names "Earthfiles.net," "Coast2Coast.org," and "Rense.us."
I'm running a mash-up of paranormal foo-foraw I procure from others and
don't properly attribute (rather like Victor Martinez) so as to capitalize
on the traffic these sites generate and draw the spill-over back to me.
Pretty slick, huh?
These sites I allude to shouldn't miss the few thousand hits to their pages
in the first place, I'm just a not-for-profit "hobby-site" in the second,
and in the third? Well, think of the free publicity I can generate for
myself if any of these trespassed entities do squawk! I can play the
part of stepped on little guy railroaded by the well-moneyed corporate big
shots! You can't pay for publicity like that. Seems like a short-cut to the
big vein of notoriety for me!
Unethical you say? Unprincipled? Immoral? Unscrupulous? Dishonorable?
Well, all this and more has happened, reader. Bill and Nancy Birnes, owners
of the one and only "UFO Magazine" are being stepped on in a similar
fashion. Their investment, integrity, and property, as considered by one
Mike Coletta (ufogeek.com), are without legitimacy, apparently, and beneath
the remotest respect.
The first time I saw the URL I thought the Birnes had a new feature and went
to the address expecting to see something from them. I suspect that's the
problem, eh, and not all that "beyond belief" as Mr. Coletta whines
The Birnes have no excuse to be nonplussed in the affair?
I mean how dare they?
Rather, "beyond belief" is Mr. Coletta's pretended incredulity and sullen
intransigence in the matter!
I don't know the legalities involved, but the history, investment,
and justice outraged by Mr. Coletta seems ponderous enough to trump
whatever some crass pretender, like our Mr. Colette, might trot out in a
slimy 'defense', you know?
With regard to Mr. Coletta, he obviously lives in a convenient dream-world
where honesty and ethics are drawn only to suit himself. Sincerely, only one
as apparently self-deluded such as Mr. Coletta could persist in seeing a
lack of trespass in this matter.
As to “watching and learning” as he advices on his Weblog... LOL!
I suspect that even his conjectured victory is likely to be Pyrrhic, in the
end. But he should try to have the fun he can, I suppose. I suspect there
will be precious little of that as this unwinds to a tedious denouement.
Additionally, Mr. Coletta indicates that I am in the tank for Bill and Nancy
Birnes, wrongly proclaims I am in their employ and demands to know what my
As to wages paid to me by William Birnes? That’s really none of his
business, is it? I can get a wage and still be ethical, unlike Mr. Coletta
it might be argued. I point out that the magazine is quite clear every issue
and on their web-site; however, that they do not pay their contributors.
I contribute, as it happens, because my contributions were requested by the
Birnes, and they have treated me with respect and collegiality since the
beginning of our association. I trust this was clear enough for the
bystander, and adequate explanation why I am behind them on this matter.
That said, I remind Mr. Coletta that, as he would admonish me, I will be
“watching and learning”… and commenting on his progress, too.
For now, the Birnes still have to dig into savings occasionally to get a
legitimate magazine on press (they are decidedly NOT Microsoft folks), but
they'll be plugging along on this with great good will and joy, I'm sure,
regardless. This unctuously *earnest* pretender and trespasser, Mr. Coletta,
seems so damned mean-spirited. Additionally and inexplicably playing the
naïf and painting the Birnes as "Big Biz" going after the "little guy,." he
prosecutes dodgy behavior he's admitted to before... or why would "Radio
Shack" tuck tail and run?
He's, in fact, more a seeming intellectual thief and an errant spoiler -- no
better than a guy who throws a bottle of lye through your brand new
plate-glass storefront, a storefront so lovingly painted, as it turns out,
by volunteer effort.
I'm appalled at Mr. Coletta, frankly. I suggest all fair-minded persons
might be similarly appalled.
Sincerely, what an incomprehensibly
repellent and sullenly impertinent little bastard Mr. Colette is, hereafter
know as AssClown (AC).
See, this may not be obvious to him, but he's just a garden variety
sociopath behaving astonishingly true to form... classically, in fact! A
case study, sincerely. He should be captured and dissected:
Something he might consider before he commits himself to his very tedious
present course: It is that when he operates as a sociopath outside the
limits of civility and respectful interaction, he can no longer avail
yourself of them later, can he, when he's caught and brought to dock. Having
demonstrated that he has no respect for them... well, in turn, they have no
respect for him.
This can't be a surprise to him, eh?
No, he is a rapacious spoiler and a needless distraction from issues at
hand... jeez... maybe even an instrument of same, who knows, given the
present administration and officialdom as it stands... but all that said he
really is beneath concern, consideration, and contempt.
Yes. He is wrong, wrong-minded... wrong in spirit, ethically wrong, morally
wrong, and inexplicably wrong. He's the bad guy and I do so look forward to
him seeing an end of that tiny little penis he is so insistent upon
brandishing at everyone... that he has never seen before.
Why, when it's pulled off abruptly and dropped
into his hand...
27 June Below!
13 July Below!
Para-crats [tm] Steinberg and Biedny
What language am I writing in? What abstruse hieroglyph provides for my
verbalization? How am I articulated and how am I ascribed?
What are the mechanics of it pissing some people off?
Moreover, how am I more odiferous than a Limburger cheese
(...like I've not heard that in 58.5 years...) and what earns
me such public insult, cast aspersion, and reflexive
derision from two errantly irritated seemingly piss-witted paranormal
personalities... whineyly reporting a paucity of understanding they appear
so unable to address more directly themselves?
I mean... all they'd have to do
is ask, right? Make the challenge? Really... am I that hard to understand, boys?
Seriously, I would have expected such from Kal Kornball Korff!
Good show B&S! A real credit to your effort!
Considering the biliously insentient source... out of the loop,
behind the times, suffering decidedly a deflating relevancy ... tedious pedants
with little aspect, smaller scope, and even less imagination? These, twice now...
decidedly unprovoked... ...make themselves targets so I am put-paid for my inconvenience thereby?
I submit that the above consternation impugned by these dim-bulb "para-crats" [tm]
is as stupid as it is craven and says much more about the
flawed countenance of side-show mutterers and whisper-campaigners than it ever would about myself. Why?
It's because their twice professed and publicly announced lack
of simple understanding implies some small desire to "understand" or
that some "understanding" might actually be sought to a degree! Right!
not sought? Then that "understanding" is already actualized and the
persons involved masquerade that "lack of understanding" so as not to
have to admit to any understanding at all? I suspect that this
A person in this situation, it appears to me, is a coward... or a
liar... or both.
am ill disposed to humor cowards and liars whatever their association,
position, or reputation. Moreover, I'm not disposed to an
ongoing cheek-turning and will gleefully tear off some literary heads
... use the resultant open necks for verbal field toilets, you know?
Lets find out!
Was this understood, ladies? Did this expression make it past
your threadbare intellectual threshold, girls? Did you have
to look up too many of the words, still?
Too bad? It's just not my problem. I just open the spit valve on my
horn and blow. Follow? No, rather hope for a postmortem "para-crat's"
colonic so you can both be conveniently interred in a single
matchbox... and don't trifle me again.
Pick something you don't "understand," pilgrims. Choose
something especially pissing you off , you know? Select something providing
for your most profound irritation, eh? Let's talk it out right here,
in cyberspace, where anybody who wants to can watch the encounter.
Don't worry. I won't use your obvious editing practices... or what
was it Jeremy Vaeni really said, eh lads?
...Isn't an encounter justified? Two near adjacent "Para-crap" programs
pontificating a very nebulous criticism of me fair demand it,
wouldn't you agree? One would have thought you had better things to
address, scientifically reduce, or analyze... read, "carp
about"! But no...
C'mon boys! You threw some provoking rocks in the cave mouth and
"...surprise, surprise, surprise!" ...Something's come out to show you an
end of it you've never seen before, eh?
That was metaphor, my Para-cratic celebrants [tm]... don't read too much into it.
But loosen your swords, guys. Fair warning. I don't suffer fools,
cowards, or disrespect lightly.
Oh -- and Mr. Biedny? Most of those films you worked on sucked.
Not really, but how'd it feel?
Mr. Lehmberg, Sir. Thank you.
So my buddy Royce Myers sent me the link to your diatribe about us... I
probably would not have found out about it, I don't read your site with any
Good to know you and Mr. Myers are pals, buddies... friends... and that
he's a reader (presuming that he was not like yourself, you
know, had to be alerted to my impertinence from some third or fourth or even
fifth repetition of the ostensible *outraged* who, even if outraged,
was a reader... good to know I'm being acknowledged at all...)
It's nowhere near germane, mind... without a scintilla of
justification for even being mentioned... but you just set the stage
any way you like, Mr. Biedny.
All this in response to my comment about you, stating that I was curious
about the identity of the language you "write" in -
"Sneer" quotes! This manual writer, this
officious pedant scribe, this ad hack. The gall -- no
concept of reach exceeding grasp. No artistry? No soul? No
Pompous Philistine! LOL!
I've attempted to read your posts to the UFO Updates page, as well as
your ramblings in UFO magazine, with little success.
...And how terrible that is for both of us Mr. Biedny, as I suspect we'd
be creating a real synergy on a broadened foundation, otherwise, but I
suspect you'll attribute that comment to my erstwhile
incomprehensible-ability and shine it on conveniently. Next!
Nancy Birnes told me this last weekend that you were upset at us about
the few comments made about your "writings" on our show.
No Sir -- insulted... decidedly personal too! You didn't
directly criticize like an adult (like a man?), did you...
Moreover, you mischaracterized Errol Bruce-Knapp and Jeremy Vaeni to
treat me like a pathetic joke in a media outlet. Did you really think
that would go by unacknowledged, under-appreciated, or not challenged?
Besides, all I can say? I think they both know what I
would do if they were similarly maligned, and so speciously too.
Would I stand forward?
I don't really remember the exact number, but I think you've been
mentioned once or twice, and always in the context of your terrible writing
...and that hurt, ...really, not. Still, others, myself included,
thought you went a little far afield, by the by.
Alfred, as an adult,
Stop right there you sumptuously officious psychological infant.
You do not dare to patronize me, lecture, or in any way
attempt to *mentor* me, follow? On a good day I may allow you
to inform, but that's no guarantee!
Additionally, it's a duplicitous and inaccurate dodge to presume
the more mature position when you've been carping around corners with buddy
dim-bulbs or other persons who don't threaten you, eh? I suspect so.
I would hope that you have taken the heat of criticism in your life -
this must certainly be true about your attempts at the written word.
What an entirely fatuous thing to say in the first place, and a
fine marvel of incomprehensible literary backwash on its own, in the second.
I can only say, "eh"?
Your writing is atrocious. It's an editor's worst nightmare.
My heart bleeds for editors, who, feeling such as is so
described... can go f__k themselves. Regarding your anxious
assessment, I suspect you are otherwise conflicted and actually no real
judge of a pretty humble writing style appreciated by some
persons more key than yourself... frankly, seeming to find some utility
therein, eh? Rofl! Moreover, I suspect most of your taste is in
your mouth, and as you point out later? There's no accounting for
Any actual content you might have to offer, is completely and totally
washed away by your gratuitous use of pretentious and obtuse literary
Read: ones you don't get when you know they're there, ...and
pretension, Mr. Biedny, is strutting around like a credible UFO "goto"
guy while pretending the very soul of reductionist centrality, too.
Pausing for squirty yucks...
You style is the exact opposite of concision -
...And therein lies the charm, no?
...it's bloated and awkward, lurching around like a stoned midget with
I understand. I typically refuse to write like a sweaty salesman,
a tedious pedant, or a Sony manual writer... would reach
beyond strange horizons even if grasp failed, fly down close to the
flame but try to get a report back... aspire to an art... Mr. Biedny...
so it's "bloated and awkward."
I get that a lot from the irritated and conflicted .
But where's the conflict really, and why the ready
irritation. We can get to the bottom of that when you want to.
...Though I kind of liked "...lurching around like a stoned midget with
clubbed feet," and may use it describing my writing style to others.
"Stoned" connotes some affectation with the highly strange, right? Or
did you mean that you thought I was actually using chemicals?
I realize this all might sound cruel, but it's simply my honest opinion
of your work.
Rofl! Yeah -- like that dog hunts.
By the way, you didn't say you didn't mean to be cruel, and
we both know you did; why would that be, do you figure? And
pardner, go there yourself before I have to take you, 'cause if I have to
take you it will be a lot more embarrassing. Fair warning.
If you're trying to be cute, or appear intelligent, well, you might want
to consider another method or some community college English classes.
Well, aspiring to be a *beautiful*, smart, and eclectically
educated person might be preferable to settling for the shallowly
boring and prosaic one who is also a conflicted authoritarian... ...so
know your torpedo fizzled at the launch tube and even blew up on the deck of
your ship. Tsk.
As to the issue of the quality of the movies I've worked on, seems like
some jealousy on your part.
...and here you have to remember is where you've demonstrated already
that you don't read to the period when it suits you. ...And I for one
really liked Hudson Hawk, which I thought wonderful on every level and
would much rather see a series of HH's than this "Die Harder every time" BS.
So I don't think it's jealousy quite yet... put your pants back on.
Too bad. I had a fascinating time working at ILM, and on the movies I've
contributed to since then, and if you think "The Rocketeer" or "Terminator
2" were terrible movies, well, there's no accounting for taste, right?
Well -- there again... your last two Bon Mots failed to launch, eh?
...Because you were immature, because you shot from the hip,
because leapt before you looked... because you didn't read to
the period... not looking all that adroit and with-it... are
Oh yeah... with equal sincerity...
...Hurry back with your explanation (...apology at this point...) with
regard to Jeremy and Errol, won't you? There's a good lad.
Well, as regards a clear accusation of pretty spurious behavior on the
part of the above Para-crats [tm] and without a peep from same? I
imagine "chicken-shit" can be added to the list of appellations previously
...Row row row your boat...
Or Pinheads... even exceeding
the preceding KKK in fatuous mendaciousness, errant and
self-satisfying buffoonery, or pathetic faux-intellectual masturbation...
Cloaked, as is triple "K," in an honorable evenhandedness and the
seemingly erudite, they (in the person of one Rich Reynolds) are as without
honor as they are without imagination. Still, in comparison to KKK
they occupy an even lesser klasskurtxian billet as they ooze their cloying
brand of pompous denialism, ufological insipidness, and crackpot inanities
on a subject they know less than nothing about. Still, have they found
the time in their specious industry to be unrepentant with regard to
character murder effecting and afflicting generations of at least one
See, Mr. Reynolds? The internet does live forever!
...Just not the way you thought it did!
What stinks on who, Sir?
Apologies and damages remain demanded!
Korff's popped up from defilade for a wack-a-mole currency
thumping. Seems he's revolted everyone from me... to Paul Kimball!
That's one wide horizon, fellow motes!
Here are my
thoughts on recent X-Zone "debates". What immediately follows
is the five minute opening statement made by Korff on the 14th December 2006
2:17:51 -- Ever the self-interested and self-promoting blowhard, Kaptain
KKK sails in with his fatuous proclamation that he is the greatest critic of
the Meier case, had crushed it once already, and that only his ongoing
struggle with counter-terrorism efforts has allowed Meier proponents a
resurgence he had stamped out (Single handedly?) last Century.
2:18:26 -- Kaptain KKK reports that all Meier's neighbors believe him to be
a fraud and that they accuse him of extreme dishonesty, besides.
2:18:55 -- Kaptain KKK proclaims fake photos from an early period which can
be determined fake by a simple visual examination. Claims he has duplicated
the photographs himself on site.
2:19:40 -- Takes time to hawk personal products for sale.. purloined Meier
photos ostensiblely used to discredit.
2:20:45 -- Kaptain KKK discredits IBM engineer Marcel Vogel, who held an
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marcel_Vogel , as
conduct the tests he conducted, as not having a PhD of any type, and as a
dabbler in esoterics and fringe sciences. Proclaims Vogel is not credible,
and further implies he is a buffoon.
2:21:19 -- Kaptain KKK proclaims there is zero evidence for Meier's claims
ignoring six categories of same extant.
2:22:14 -- Kaptain KKK hawks his purloined product again.
2:22:28 -- Horn refutes KKK's accusations, smears, proclamations, and
character derisions, for a similar 5 minutes...
...Stop the clock! Who can stand to take any more of Mr.
Korff-Kaptain-of-the-Special-Secret-Services Klaptrap (Excuse me? Did that "S-SS"
badge come in a box of Fruit-Loops?). Heil Herr Kaptain!
Zooks! All bluster and unsupported sizzle, he does not
make his case, is wild with accusations,
libelous with his commentary, ridiculous with regard to his
assertions, and a purloiner of materials not
his own. Where does he get off?
Sorry... Prometheus Press lacks the credibility extended to
it, Horn's assertions are in no way obviated, and KKK is revealed as a
pathetic klown interested in flashy self-promotion, consumed with an
inflated self-interest, and a purloiner of ideas and attitudes complementing
that aforementioned self-promotion and self-interest, only.
Prometheus? Please! These are a CSICOPian cult of canted
ax-grinders. As to Kaptain Korff's self-reported sterling character,
ethics, and literary morality, I was there when Art Bell made the Kaptain
do a great Ned Beatty "Deliverance" impersonation on national radio!
Remember that squealing piggy? This precipitated a retreat to
Eastern Europe where the KuKluxKaptain could practice his sociopathy
unmolested, I suspect. Plainly... the Kaptain has not changed in a decade.
What a fulsome, cowardly, and revolting personage is
one Kal K. Korff... in my opinion, of course.
...And what's with this oft-repeated bogus link with Meier and Ray Santilli?
Could anything be more fatuous apples and oranges?
Mr. Horn! This man only seeks to profit from his slander of you! As
you know, I'm not a Billy Meier acolyte by any means, but Korff's sociopathy
is plain. You are abundantly sincere and forthcoming, and I suspect would
be the first to come clean if you subsequently discovered you were being
had or duped.
Contrarily, he shouts fire in your crowded theatre... then sells work
not-his-own to the people rushing out! There is no fire. There is only
Korff lighting his flatulence! Moreover he was selling
'product' in his first five minutes, twice, and stealthily numerous times
thereafter. I'm sure the moderating host, wrong to be offended at
your assertion that Korff was selling, heard it if he revisited.
You know, especially because you keep your head and keep Korff coming back
to the issue of him just not being able to make his case against you, this
really enrages him, additionally, because he is loath to accept the base
premise of the whole Meier "thing"as it pertains to him:
...That he is in no way special himself, that he is not the jewel of
creation's crown, that he is not the favorite of his God, that his
histories are largely predetermined, prosaic, and facile, and that his
individuality, ego, and personal holdings are disease symptoms... so
worse than valueless...
...That his self-styled reputation is fanciful, fatuous,
...That his achievements are trite, irrelevant, boring
...That he is wrong, wrong-hearted, and wrong-minded
about EVERYTHING and he has to redo much, if not ALL his work, besides...
... That it's harder for him to whistle passed his graveyard? That he can
no longer so easily sneer, eh?
...This is his "hard swallow" with Meier... "everything Korff 'knows' is
wrong"! UFOs DO look like the end plate on an old Hoover Vacuum cleaner,
sometimes, as reported by Valle and McKenna!
...That we are on an asymptotic cusp primed to accelerate forward into
hyperspace at the speed of light and he won't be part of same? ...That the
future is our kingdom and the kingdom is at hand, eh? !
You took no prisoners, Mr Horn, showed a restraint beyond this
writer's capability, and you kept your head! Well done! You won the
debate, such as it was, handily. I hear the lamentations of the
Kaptain's sallow rented women! Lastly "Parasite" and "Girly-man"
(with all respect to real girly-men everywhere) remains a restrained
estimation of Kommandant Korff, Sir! [g]. Again... well
Verily, if Korff is so set against him, Meier must be everything you
say he is, and more!
Consider. Let's Presume that you are stuffed with wild bionic blueberries,
everything else about you seems complete and efficacious. Seriously, this is
discovered on a close look at you. I submit people should have that closer
After my own heart, you seem to be the guy really trying to perform a
service, really trying to take a hard look at "time and tide" like I aspire
to do (I further presume), and you are really doing nothing wrong but
prosecuting your own sincerity, I feel.
If you didn't believe "the Meier Thing" or think it was a good thing,
I don't suspect that you'd be doing it; moreover I think you'd come
clean about that with the public... I really do.
Wow! Think of the killing you could make being the sociopath you're painted
out to be, switching sides and writing the expose that debunked the 60 year
old Meier "phenom" at LAST! ! You could steal all Kaptain Korff's
work and thunder profiting handsomely the same way Korff is,
That said -- I had a good hard look at you Mr. Horn... and produced the
following as a result:
Jeff Rense is another who is no friend to you,
Mr. Horn... but he respected free expression enough to get my review of your
DVD up at his site in record time. You've done nothing in the interim to
change the substance of this early review...
In the preceding essay, regarding the "few... well chosen... rational and
constructive words from learned readers [putting] me aright, straight
They were not forthcoming. In two years no one contested my assertions
regarding your work. A hard look at you, Mr. Horn, intimates a "there" in
there somewhere, for my money.
Verily! I think you deserve a closer look than you get... pretty much for
the reasons iterated earlier in this review and the referenced papers I've
As to the dust-ups referenced earlier witnessed at the Victor Martinez
site...? It seems you are abundantly provoked and still manage to keep the
high ground... giving much better than you get!
KKK's the "pig that likes to be wrestled with", eh? Additionally, he's the
one profiting from his unsupported smears! In a massive hyperbole I've
alluded to his provoking "unholstered pistols," already!
You have not been as near as vindictive as, well... me, frankly!
You've seen me go off on that which tasks my sensibilities, right? Maybe I
should get the same kind of criticism you do.
Moreover, I've been loudly critical of "Kaptain Korff" for years as "triple
k" is an obnoxious shill for the "dark side." ! Here's something
from 2002. He's at least as dodgy as you could ever hope to be
on a "max-zoom" day!
See, I'll wrestle the "pig" because when I wrestle
with the "pig," I aim to come away with some chops, short-ribs, and
shred, you know?
Some call me a bully. Predictably, perhaps, I don't see it that way.
Sorry, I just won't be sneered at or tolerate the injudicious same towards
undeserving others. Persons attempting same can expect their unlikely
victory to be decidedly Pyrrhic. I suspect you are the same way even if more
a gentleman than I. [g].
Closing -- Well done, again. Regarding current Korffian Flaming Flatulence,
consider the source beneath koncern, konsideration, and kontempt and keep
rocking in the free world!
I have been called many terrible things in my lifecycle. I have been
addressed as a traisping hooligan, a ne'er-do-well, a gay-licker. But the
pejorative "Stoner-Boy tm" stings like a salt-and-vinegar shower on a colony
of slugs. I may have to contact that personal injury lawyer from teevee
whose neck is bigger than his head to provide me with the litigious peace of
mind that only money can buy.
Lehmberg: You'd have done better with an unvarnished apology, nym-rod,
as it was you opted to be *cute*. But it rings a little hollow, right?
I suspect your heart's not really in it, eh? You had a longer look and
discovered I was not quite providing the affront you reacted to, I
...and you still had the flaccid sack to be "cute." Start being
ashamed of yourself. This is probably not the first time you got a
dust-up for a failed look before the proverbial leap. Learn from this
one. Bet you thought I was a homophobe, too, din't'cha?
But I must confess that most of my fractured mind is stuffed with
Lehmberg: ...Know what? Aside from the failed sarcasm, of
course, I wouldn't be surprised if that wasn't far off the mark. And I
say that with the sincerest humility, you nameless nay-bob, don't forget.
Indeed, Mr. Alien View's fine website, replete with neon gradients
and bubble letters, offers us humble hominids with a vestige of solemn piety
in this icy-hot post-9\11 world.
Lehmberg: You're goddamned right. Except it's fellow-hominids
or motes of consciousness. Nice cameo! Thanks!
For example: The news section, in which I have my ass handed to me
like Halloween candy, is a stunning triumph in journalism.
Lehmberg: I aspire to a sincerity and it's well... swell of you
The staggering paragraphs, like plates down a Stegosaur's back, lead
us on a winding trail exposing us to one revelation after another:
:::Examples from this page:::
Such insightful reporting is certainly deserving of several Pulitzers,
each lovingly dipped in chocolate and covered with raisins and 300 minute
phone cards, wrapped in tissue paper and children's hugs.
Lehmberg: Good call... that's the only way I'd accept a "Pulitzer"!
The truth is I am not worthy to receive Master View's attention, much
less expect him to waste kind words on a loathesome creature such as me.
Lehmberg: ...Exactly what you get for sticking
your head up over the berm and spewing unconsidered crock and errant
assignations. It's not me who needs to apologize.
Sorry flamers! I will not engage in frivolous bickering when I know it
is I who am in the wrong.
Lehmberg: ...Again. Errant sarcasm noted! Still,
how right you are! And you did just shut the hell right up... didn't
May AlienView's wisdom be carved into the rocky tree of life so that
generations hence will know that implacable truth that the devil-jew
saucermen would rather see lost to the winds of time:
Lehmberg: What? They'll prefer your senseless nattering after
the truly productive using insipid little sarcasms... insentiently
inconsistent non-observations? LOL! ...And write what you will,
boyo, Jewry must bear the same kind of examination, evaluation, and
criticism Islam, Christianity, and Hinduism et al must endure or become
exactly that which they would abhor...
Saucer-men? You bonehead! Try five dried on an empty
stomach in silent darkness as the bard says and see the saucer-men,
yourself! That said, grok a starry-starry night sky sober as Carvy's
church-lady and begin to get an appreciation for enough space,
time, and surface area to ensure all you've ever thought
of... and all that you never can.
Lehmberg: AlienViewGroup would rip the scales from our collective eyes
like the Neo character in "Matrix". We'd opt for the *reality* pill. The
contributing reader could be along for that ride. A ride requiring belts, I
add, and an eventual toll (more on ~that~ later)!
I can hardly wait!!!!!
Lehmberg: Yeah... buckle-up, moron... the concrescence looms.
Back to the clue queue with you, go'wan.
Found the following on my site usage report...
As you all know I am not one to just let it slide. Thoughtless
smears such as this never should be allowed such. Discovered, I have
to slap its face, point out its hypocrisy, and extract from it a
maximum of satisfaction...
Calling itself "The
Lycaeum Forums" one would think the participants capable of a
little more thoughtfulness, depth, and focus, or even an ability to read to
a freaking period... ...anyway,
« on: January 18, 2007, 07:57:45 PM »
(Ignore the rest of the site, just useless Jeff Rense fandom [anti-Semitism,
tacky graphix, conspira-babble, etc.])
..Dear Mr. *AnarchoCannabis*
...Lets just cut to the chase,
stoner-boy. I defy you to find a
scintilla of anti-Semitism in any of my production and
stand behind your definition of same as you expose SAME! I'll kick
your moronic ass!
"Conspira-babble" -- Cute... why, you
almost sound confident... like you might know,
remotely, what you were talking about... had the minimal competency
to blather with some degree of alacrity on the
You don't! Hell boy, you can't even get
passed a little title *snare* before you make a
fatuitous judgment as bereft of intelligence as it is of fairness.
Verily, what might a truth about Jews, be...
Sincerely sport, words fail... F__K you!
...As to "tacky graphics"?
Whatever! May I suggest though, you
reflex mouth-breather, that all
your taste is in your mouth and an ability to
appreciate artistic sincerity may be quite beyond you... eh... as is judging a
tree first by the fruit it produces, apparently. You liked the eye-candy on
one part of the property. In for a penny in for a pound, pencil-neck!
Pearls before swine, boyo, pearls before
But rest assured, piss-wit. I'll survive
your lack of appreciation, somehow.
Lastly, Jeff Rense is a respected friend of
mine and has been such for many years. He believes that
no thing is
above examination or critique. When it is? You only provide for the
credit of that which you find so distasteful.
Besides, I won't apologize for him to the likes
of one lack-witterd and churlish anominoid, like yourself, an insentient mook who tosses
around character smears and fighting words so thoughtlessly in a public
forum, and then makes
it so difficult to respond where the insults occur!
Feh! You can just kiss
Thanks, you may now return to the clue
queue where your apology can still be accepted. Outside of that?
2007 -- And the tedious albeit inevitable dance continues... Eric Cartman
held back a grade...
...Another *spin* and Wrong again.
It's you can stuff that *bird*, my friend.
Hey! All thanks and admiration to my _legion_ of 91 fans... my house for
pancakes everybody... who can make it!
I won't defend the
indefensible, qualify that which lacks qualification, or justify
that without justification... but I will defend to the death the defensible,
the qualified, and the justified! I will also defend to the death ones
right to self-expression without regard to how odious that expression is to
Jeff Rense is such, and has been for many years. Jeff Rense is
my friend, and has been for many years. Jeff Rense has reflected the
best reportage of edge journalism on the planet and has reflected
such for many years.
There are those who would snuff him out, run him off, and do him in
even as they protest their own snuffing, their own banishment, or their own
demise. That's a no-go at this station, friends and fellow motes.
Gravies for Goose and Gander SHALL equate!
What follows is my answer to a current exchange at UFO UpDates
regarding the method, motive, and character of Jeff Rense.
My contention, as is the contention of Jeff Rense, is that nothing or
no one is above examination, criticism, or assessment.
Not country, not government, not institution, not agency. Not
Christianity. Not Islam. Not Judaism... ...and especially
reader, not Zionism...
From: Josh Goldstein <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: Wed, 3 Jan 2007 07:30:29 -0800
Subject: The Rense Site [was: The '06 O'Hare UFO]
From: Greg Boone <Evolbaby@aol.com
Date: Tue, 2 Jan 2007 16:09:42 EST
Subject: Re: The '06 O'Hare UFO
Source: The Chicago Tribune - Illinois, USA
Happy New Year!
That hardly seems likely given your commentary here. We'll call it a
Despite whatever work Jeff Rense is doing
with Peter Davenport
in relation to the O' Hare Airport UFO case, it still disturbs
me to see Rense having any connection with the UFO field.
I find it equally disturbing that you are disturbed, Sir, perhaps
If you take a good look at Rense's website
you will see that he
posts vile and disgusting antisemitic articles.
That's "anti-Semitic"... I think if you take a good look at
Rense's web-site you see a site without the filters you would impose,
only. He won't be faulted for that. Moreover, Mr. Rense would
appear to be a little more egalitarian than you can muster up on a
good day. May I say I find your willingness to smother expressions
of others pretty vile and disgusting, itself.
publishes articles that defend holocaust deniers who are in
prison or who will soon be sentenced.
Would that these 'thought' criminals could be just executed out of
hand, eh Mr. Goldstein? Without due process, without challenging
their accusers... without extending to them what you would have
extended to you. Who's the injudicious and dangerous bigot? Look in
He also defends Saddam
Hussein, Iran, and all kinds of other conspiracy theories
containing nothing more than lies of personal opinion,
speculation, and conjecture that are based on no evidence
whatsoever. In my opinion Rense should get a job working for
Ahmadinejad in the Iranian propaganda ministry.
...Where would we put you, Mr. Goldstein? With the
"real live" Americans, a true-blue loyalist, or just a tool of a
partisan ethic that stands apart from same? Tick... tick... tick...
Being Jewish I am offended that his website
is an antisemitic
That's anti-Semitic... odd you don't have that right...
Being a JewBooster I am offended that the precepts of your minority
faith blind you to what it means to be an American at all... or what
it meant, anyway! I'm offended at this authoritarian hate mail you produce
so mendaciously. I'm offended by you , Sir.
Since I and others complained about him
ago he started posting a disclaimer that the articles do not
reflect the opinion of the website but Rense is the person who
chooses what articles to post on his website. Sixty five years
> ago he would have made a good Nazi.
Colloquialism notwithstanding, let it be recorded that you were
first to raise that charge... which really should be beneath you,
Mr. Goldstein. You've lost the debate. That said, sixty-five years ago and
shot from Teutonic loins?
...You might have made a good example of same.
I ask you to take a good look at Rense's
website and decide for
yourselves if he is the kind of hate wacko that you want to see
polluting the UFO field. In my opinion he should be shunned.
By all means people! Go and look! Be amazed at the total
picture. Be dismayed at what Rense refuses to predigest for you.
Read and be aware that there are many more Jews than a niggardly Mr.
Goldstein, who appreciate Jeff Rense as a true friend or compatriot
and appear regularly on his program.
Any website that contains such hate should
not be connected with
the UFO field. His hatred really has a terrible stink.
...Not like your post! Its stench'd knock a buzzard off a gut
wagon. Verily, I won't defend some of the writers who appear on
Rense's NewsPage, finding them even more repellent than do you, I
suspect! But Rense is careful to publish my considered rebuttal to
these writers, and if he was remotely what you'd make him out to be,
that wouldn't be happening. We need more of his ilk, Sir, not less.
What we could have less of is reflex and arbitrary
censorship that only validates, ironically, what you would have
Be ashamed, and apologize to Jeff Rense. That's right!
He's a good man. He's a fair man. He's a consistent
man. He has my
respect, the respect of respected others, and he respects others in
turn! But for your minority institutional mores you let cripple you
you'd likely be
saying the same thing, yourself.
That said. ...Just push a sock in it, yourself, and
knock off your churlish little whisper campaign. It's not
appreciated, and I won't stand for it!
Legend in his own mind...
Mr. Guy Pettingill
(AKA the Odd Emperor) is reluctant to have his little rock kicked over, it
would seem, demonstrates a certain cowardice intellectual and
otherwise, but typifies the sort just incapable of taking what
they so gleefully dish out.
Accused of an
inconsistency, the fraptuous (sic) Mr. Pettingill is noted to take great
delight in lately unmasking another anonomoid (sic) like himself...
when just a few months back he was whining and gnashing his powdery little
teeth as a result of being pulled squealing from beneath his own
aforementioned little rock!
It seems I can no
longer accesses Mr. Pettingill's web presence (blog or site) as a result...
but this is a good thing reader. Now I don't even have to go
over there to point up his pathetic shortcomings... recoup
wasted seconds from my day.
So thank you,
Though rest assured,
Sir, I reserve the right (the responsibility!) to stomp unreservedly on your
pointy little head, where EVER else I see it, without regard to your
fatuous feelings (such as they inconsistently are)!
...So watch your
smirks and sneers, Sir. They'll have literary consequences.
Burning is right!
Three of the most hubris
imbued and otherwise ardent Flat-Earthers as has ever sat at the Ufological
campfire contrive to console one another and lick each other's wounds...
...at least I think that's what they're doing.
Regardless, there is no
dearth of conviviality and mutual congratulation in this conclave of
cooperative constipation... this celebration of arrogant insentience...
this unperceived humiliation of intellect, against imagination, and as a
result of intellectual cowardice. This intransigent set of supporters
for the discredited status quo...
It'd be fine if they
sniveled to one another privately... But then they contrive to sneer for
all to hear, and so must be sneered at in turn.
No good deed unpunished,
The players: The always
patient and evenhanded Tim Printy... the lovely and effervescent Paul
Kimball, and the cunningly bumptious RD Brock, all card carrying kool-aid
drinkers of the first wash and gleeful supporters of *truth*, *heat-death*,
and Occam's parsimonious way.
Let's tune in as the always
self-effacing and self-deprecating Paul Kimball tries to explicate a bucket
of righteousness from a pissant's thimble full of same:
Paul Kimball said...
I couldn't agree more - having been on the receiving end of the same
stuff you're talking about myself.
Oh waaa! ...And how
terrible for you! It has been a
monumental struggle justifying tap-water anthropomorphisms to your audience
with the full support of a status quo for which you so gleefully bend over.
This is a status quo, I remind the reader, discredited on so many levels of
industry and institution that the continued support of same can be
likened to the only heat-death really mattering to us: that death of
imagination, artistry, and meta-cognition.
I did indepth research into Wilbert Smith a year ago, offered a
detailed critique of why his story didn't hold up under careful scrutiny,
and got hammered for it - including a charge of character assassination by
Stan Friedman in the MUFON Journal! Yes, the same STF who has debunked Phil
Corso, Bob Lazar, etc etc. As you say, they love to attack, but hate it when
you point out the flaws in the stories, or cases, they support.
I suspect that the preceding
is only your niggardly, biased, and contrived (and therefore suspect)
assessment with regard to a genuine far-thinking person perhaps in
physical contact with a piece of real pie. Moreover, your
unctuous critique of a "period" you don't have the courage to read to is only
providing the contributional relevancy it carried into the
discussion... ...which is, as you know... or suspect on some level... ...bupkis.
Generally speaking I don't respond anymore. There are always a few
exceptions, of course, but these are usually done more to amuse myself than
anything else (particularly on a slow day at the office).
Is it slow at the office now,
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Good thing, too.
Ahh - Wilbert Smith. Ufological icon taken apart, and ufological
iconoclast slapped on the hand by Uncle Stan in a ufological rag for being a
"bad, bad boy."
If I were you, Uncle Stan would have good cause to hope that it wasn't me
carving the ham at the next family shindig... ;-)
I would have predicted that in
your vast and multi-faceted experience, research acumen, and incisive
scholarship, you would have come across the fact that Stanton Friedman was a
Jew... adding, thereby a whole other level of irascible
bone-headedness to your insulting, less than intrepid, and sneering
Yeah, I just heard Kenny say,
"What a douche."
IMHO, Wilbert Smith was a nutbag,, and please, feel free to quote me on
that. The only thing about Smith that has led to his canonization, are his
following conclusions in the wake of "Project Magnet"--
1. There is a 91% probability that at least some of the sightings were of
real objects of unknown origin.
2. There is about a 60% probability that these objects are alien vehicles.
This is really why Unkie Stan and his ilk hold Wilbert Smith dear. Because
it sounds very nice appended to their own questionable conclusions about
various matters. of "ufological import."
He's not the only one of his
world class caliber to arrive at those kinds of highly kinetic
and compelling figures, and it is duplicitous and
disingenuous of you (forgetting par for the course) for you to try
suggesting it here. You steaming homocentric ideologue, YOU!
For example, we don't hear Stan citing the following Smith essays:
Can't cite this. This is basically contactee literature. It could have been
written by one of George Adamski's adherents.
Can't cite this. This is pseudo-scientific pigslop with strong contactee
Maybe he could cite this. After all, this is the great Wilbert Smith's
"argument" as to why we are not alone, packed with brilliant and
incontestable assertions, such as the following:
- The Darwinian theory of evolution shows certain relationships between the
various forms, which inhabit this planet, but there is very little evidence
to indicate that they all evolved here.
- Maybe some of them did [evolve here], but a more reasonable explanation is
that they were brought here when the planet was in a suitable condition to
- Recent spectroscopic observations of the reflected light from Mars show
the presence of vegetation, which synthesizes sugar, thus making it closely
related to much terrestrial vegetation.
- Radio telescopes are picking up all sorts of radio noises from the sky,
many of which are so systematic as to preclude natural origin.
- And, most significant of all, the craft of these alien beings have been
seen near, and on, this earth!
["truth by decree," I'll call this]
- if we can refrain from committing racial suicide and learn to respect the
dignity, divinity and brotherhood of man, we can expect eventually to be
welcomed into the great cosmic fraternity of advanced races that inhabit the
regions beyond the limits of this little planet.
[hear that, Michael Salla, Alfred Webre?]
Somehow, nothing I have cited above inspires my confidence in Smith as a
"pinnacle of reason."
But wait. Grant Cameron to the rescue --- and I quote, from:
"Myth: Smith was Intelligence (sic) but gullible"
"Not true as he was promoted in 1956 after the UFO project was closed down.
Shows government confidence making him department head."
"Smith was also a Consultant to NASA. In 1957 Smith sat on the
coordinating committee of the international geophysical year."
Well, poke me in the eye with a sharp stick...that clears it all up. Thanky,
Space brothers, COME ON DOWN!
You know what, Mr. Brock?
Forgetting for a moment that Smith's explications are seminal, thoughts such
as his are far reaching and courageously innovative. This neatly
outlines your problem with them, I bet. They were conceived, after
all, in the late 40's and early 50's and taken at face value for expressions
from the times of their provenance?
They are damned near
Oh, and and you can stay off
GC's ass too; you don't have the sack or nads to butt-surf his boot tops.
No, you just contrive to make others pay for the lack of courage you
have on the twitchy issues. You, all three, contrive... prosecute your
shared imaginational paucity... why you suck each other's wounds, now.
...Better hope not!
Tim Printy said...
Agreed on most of your points about UFO lists.
Would there have ever been any
doubt as to same? Of course not! You covet the same collective
fear, the same anthropomorphic intransigence, and the same crass inability
to think out of the boxes you all share. Of course you agree!
...And how do those wound
ichors taste, anyway?
I have yet to spend time on one without the name "debunker" being
thrown at me (or course "pelicanist" is the new term). There is no effort to
have a frank and open discussion without name-calling. This means the
discussion will end up in a circular argument.
Only when you
put it there. And really, Mr. Printy. Shouldn't he who waddles
and quacks so sullenly with regard to his awesome intransigence be
identified as same, just to save the time so valuable to you?
Shouldn't he who is
recognized as hostile to exploring an unknown extant
(indeed grovels gleefully before every opportunity to do so) get known
by the language of his own devices and mechanisms? It's your lot
floats pelicans as an answer against the experience, intuitions, and
observations of the quality observer on the scene. Pelicanist seems
abundantly fair, given the much more insulting tripe you dish out but
can't take ! Suck it up! Be a man!
Why waste my time?
Yet, you do! Why is that...
...do you suppose?
In a recent development, I found it amusing that UFOlogists are now
trying to reopen the Mantell case AGAIN! A few years ago, Kevin Randle
published a piece for "peer review" on a popular list with the Skyhook
explanation as the solution.
No.... No. No! He
proposed a theory, if a good one based on his knowledge as a
pilot. A theory is not a solution, it is an apology in the sense
that it tries to explain. Go back to the start point and roll again.
It is still there and nobody seemed to edit it or make corrections to
the best of my knowledge. Instead, some are trying to make this case into
something again behind the scenes on other lists and private emails. So much
for "peer review" in a forum that was supposed to be the best and brightest.
Why weren't their objections made when Randle presented the article?
...And why would they have
to? Perhaps a compelling idea needs some mulling over before the
antithesis is groked in fullness. I once thought one of Mr.
Kimball's post *transition* papers had merit... until a few days musings
revealed it to be the usual water-muddying and intellectual denial...
...cognitive cowardice, by any other name?
Moreover, why aren't all
your objections made in the timely manner you describe? Remember
the gravy for goose "A" and goose "B" with my thanks.
It goes back to a piece I wrote some time ago. That being that no matter
how much a popular/classic case is solved (I can list dozens), there are
always those who will state that it does not explain EVERYTHING (i.e. some
small details described by one of the witnesses could not be explained by
the solution) about the case and, therefore, the case must remain unsolved!
See, there you go again.
This is a mechanism known as "locker
rupture" which your lot uses with such bland alacrity...
like it justifies your back-stepping positions and easy
authoritarianisms, or something.
Seriously, cry your your
crocodile tears somewhere else at the *accessing glass* being turned around
on you. Find that your feeling good about your dodgy
philosophy is not my job.
Except for the obvious fakes and solutions (and even then, some of the
more gullible will insist they are still unsolved!), almost every case
presented on these lists is never solved to everyone's satisfaction(Recent
example:The Mexico AF infrared videos).
Not so obvious, and no
solution, I'm afraid, Mr. Printy. It is certain you will find no
satisfaction...ever...even with the dead alien, warp-drive, and ray-gun in
PS Is that an "official" award on your webpage. It hits the mark!
Damn... I threw up in my
mouth a little bit...
Tim Printy wrote:
>In a recent development, I found it >amusing that UFOlogists are now
>trying to reopen the Mantell case >AGAIN!
Of course - that's what a substantial percentage of ufologists do. They
resurrect tired old cases (or never bury them in the first place), run them
into the ground, resurrect them again, run them into the ground...
Of course, when that behavior
comes from your side of the aisle it is: good science, efficacious
inquiry, and the soul of rationality. I suspect all your
consistency abides in your feces, boys.
It was on the Project-1947 list, btw, that the Mantell thread got
started. I was still a member at the time, but when I logged into my e-mail
one day and saw the thread growing like a cancer, I excised the whole lot
and threw it into the trash, without even looking at a single post.
much for "Good
science, efficacious inquiry, and the soul of rational inquiry," eh?
Just this afternoon, upon reading your comments, my curiosity got the
better of me,and I contacted a friend who still gets the list to see if he
saved the thread, but he dumped it, as well.
Awww! What a tragedy.
Your cranial munificence, denied!
Really, it's probably better that we don't know... :-)
Sure! There's the
spirit! ROFL! How gleefully APT!
Tim also wrote:
>PS Is that an "official" award on >your webpage. It hits the mark!
Real only in the sense that I bestowed it upon myself in honor of once being
identified by Alfred Lehmberg (he of the odious ode)as "one who genuflects
before the Pelicanist idol."
...I'm reminded of the
inveterate smoker telling his buddy that it "...takes a man to face up to
lung cancer." ...And thanks for reading.
Cowardice of any
stripe is unusually rewarded and is not rewarded for long.
Enjoy your albatross (pelican) while you can. Soon it will be the
flavor of albatross where there was water everywhere, though not a drop to
Additionally, "Roses are
red, violets blue, sugar is sweet, it's you apes the fool"
The term, of course, was coined by none other than Jerry Clark, in
response to the suggestion that Kenneth Arnold observed a flock of pelicans
on the wing. You're probably aware of this, I realize.
Assume not! You
didn't know Friedman was a Jew (or didn't care). What Mr. Printy
doesn't know could fill all of Carnegie's boxcars!
I should send one to the original Pelican, Mr (?)Eastman, I believe, of
Magonia Mag. You, as well, are welcomed to award it to yourself, since we
are, it seems, birds of a feather.
Oh yes! A clutch of
puking buzzards if not pelicans flying at the speed of sound...
Paul Kimball said...
Rod / Tim (& Zeb):
Ufologists don't like it when one of their own breaks ranks - they
usually just ignore them.
...Or respects their
positions even as they don't agree with them... ...anger at "Rank Breaking"
seems decidedly klasskurtxian, for my money... ...but I will of course admit
to the potentiality of bias on my part...
Witness the complete lack of discussion about Kevin's "debunking" of
the alien abduction phenomenon, in The Abduction Enigma, or Greg Bishop's
Project Beta - both were basically ignored within ufology, because they
contained a fair dollop of uncomfortable truth.
How can you so speciously
spew such canted crock...? Truth, Mr. Kimball? ROFL!
...Got a line on it do you? Still, I shan't use you for a
reference or citation. The mainstream devil has too much of your
shirt-tail in hand, already.
I suspect that guys like
Randle, Bishop, and Redfern (...Remember his heresy?) don't get the kind of
backlash bestowed to the three of you because they fail to sneer and are
at once, sincere.
As for the "pelicanist" thing, it must be one of the most ridiculous
epithets ever thrown about by supposedly serious-minded researchers. It's
use is indicative of a fair bit of insecurity, both personal and
professional, I think.
Oh, pack a sock's worth of
sand. Die (Figuratively, ok Mr. Pettingill, ...before you get
your panties all a'bunch & a'wad) by the sword you all live by. Being
righteously identified as Pelicanists is one of these.
"Fruits and nut-bags"
& "Kooks 'n whackos"
(decidedly more insulting and less accurate in too many cases I suspect?) as
epithets are fine when you sling them about...
...but just like any authoritarian, feels *wounded* when the same beam comes
to rest on them...
And please don't trifle to
lecture us on what being serious minded must entail.
We all know where the "insecurity," both personal and professional, lies.
It's woven into impossible, crass, and stupefyingly officious statements
like the one you just made.
Mr. Pettingzoo chimes in
from the peanut gallery with:
//UFOlogy as a field (and I’m taking the average “look” from my POV.)
seems to be more interested in proving what UFOs and are and not eliminating
what they are not. This is far more akin to religious scholarship than some
sort of scientific pursuit (sic) //
This is true of the believers, but then they're not trying to "prove"
anything - instead, they're trying to convert the masses, or make themselves
...Ever there was the coal
black pot calling on the probable truth-seeking kettle... eh? This may
be the finest example of classic projection this writer and dilettante
psychologist has ever seen! Verily, Mr. Kimble, on the utterance of the
preceding, demonstrates only that he tries to make himself comfortable while pushing
the unsettling *other* as far from himself and his dodgy self-centered
paradigms as he can. Sad really; he's such a bright guy.
The more serious and reasonable ufologists(i.e. the ones without the
need to replace God with aliens)...
"Replace," *God*, Mr.
Kimball? Surely a man of your experience and education can't put any
credence into an entity invented by an un-elected leadership to serve
that leadership's predilection to see how miserable we can all be in this
life in preparation for the next one... ...one we are inculcated to take on
...even if they favour the ETH as a theory, are still usually willing
to admit that they don't know what UFOs are.
Well, of course...
duh! But then that's not really the issue is it.
The issue is that you
contrive a willing institution of unbiased human scientific tradition waiting
to be impressed enough to have a look at this "UFO" thing,
when the reality is the polar opposite of that.
The reality, it seems to me, is the Individual Case, the one Crop Circle,
the single Abduction, the isolated Report, the sole Recording, the
radar Return, that singular Piece of physical evidence... ...Do any of us
here deny the actuality and the validity and the genuine-ness of that
single validating instance given the many thousands of them that
No... the most blitheringly conflicted klasskutxian neo-bunkster nay-bob
must admit to that "single case"... even if they have to push it away from
themselves to some space, time, and surface area... "...long, long ago in
a galaxy far, far away..." or otherwise personify it as microbial and
dead under a rock on Mars for millions and millions of years...
It remains that it is that single case to which everyone admits that
is the thing to be gainfully searched out, but which is in no way searched
out, by design... even _if_ clumsily, at all. It is avoided. It is taboo.
We engage in an extended viewing through the wrong end of the telescope,
see, and attempt to discredit that abundantly admitted whole by
invalidating, or over parsing, the ineffable (unknowable) items of it.
Cherry-picked ones at
The point, it's the one
genuine case proves a ufological reality, not the one
demonstrable hoax discrediting same!
But the latter is exactly the contention
of the *denialist nay-bob*. Don't look for the true case. Gleefully
ferret out the _fake_ one. Then the next. And the next... and the next after
that... and before you know it? You can begin to support "not looking for
UFOs" because it's such a waste of time and resources.
Don't look for the real thing, though, and minimize resources doing
expressly that! No, "locker-rupture" the past, instead, so you can maintain
the illusion of a research activity... but not really perform one at
Contrive to investigate the debatable, *potentially* discreditable cases in an effort
to put off the examination of that single case... proof of the
*other* that each of us suspects (and some of us dread!) is there. Some
might call that cowardly.
We're not looking; it's career death to do so! The mechanism of its
denial is huge with many devoted and passionate acolytes (like yourselves),
and we humiliate ourselves that we are being at all rational in the shadow
of that inauspicious denial.
It is not Ufology that needs to
make itself worthy of science. It is science that needs to make itself
worthy of UFOs....
Science FAILS us in an
execution of its charter... because it does not execute its
charter... in a deliberate sense, in an ethical sense, in an efficacious
sense, in a data following sense, or in a sense free of ego. Vallee and
McKenna et sig al have pointed out that it almost seems this imposition of
an 'other' is invented by the 'other' as a mechanism to discredit, or
otherwise point up the short-comings of that same science refusing to
investigate in a forthcoming manner that which is obviously there for
millions... if not billions... of individual persons! Science fails UFOs,
not the inverse...
...I know that was
wasted on all of you...
I wasn't referring to you, but to our favourite fans, AL and RL.
Alfred Lehmberg and Regan Lee presumably, at the risk of thinking the
song was about me...
"Our Fans," Mr. Kimball...?...Hopefully you refer to that stupid puppet
you cart around...
//What - you haven't been turned off by the "I haven't
seen it, but I have an axe to grind with Kimball, so it must suck" reviews
from the usual suspects (I circular filed them under "irony")? :-)//
Hey, are these the same guys who enjoy membership in the I Hate Paul Kimball
Because He Posts Misogynistic Cheesecake Photos club? ;-)
There's a club??
A *club*, Mr. Kimball? Ever is the search for a validation of
self... I suppose that Carly Simon wrote that song about you,
then? But no, alas, the song is not about you, after all. You
flatter yourself, and fatuously.
One knows a tree by its fruit, conversely, and it's the rare
tree repudiates its own fruit, then repudiates that same repudiation...
...consequently convening a conference of more earnest individuals so as
to assume a posture decidedly unearned, grossly contrived
and pathetically whiny when called on same? To what ends one might
I'm confident we'll find this falling tree makes no sound ultimately, but
was a mere distraction... a bumptious pretender and only in it for the
notoriety disingenuously derived... ...dismissive of the science.
Disrespectful of the authority. A fatuous derider of ideas bigger than is
the tree alluded to?
Is Mr. Kimball a closet misogynist, an irrelevant chauvinist, or in
any way disrespectful of the female? That is a tree known by its fruit, I
suspect. Is there fruit extant?
Moreover, there is no judgment on the quality of the documentary masturba...
I mean, iterated. Only if it is another of his adequate docs to be
repudiated later on. That's clear. Eh?
Hmmm... ...I wonder what Scott Ramsey thinks of your repudiation
regarding Aztec, 1948? The Woods and Stanton Friedman vis a vis a
belief in MAJIC?
More on the
discussion highlighting Mr. Kimball's rather (if slightly sweating)
affected neo-nondirectedness... ... he writes:
//How odd - a film I have supposedly "repudiated" is now on sale from
Tim Crawford's UFO TV, with all sorts of extras added on a second bonus
disc! It must be... er, magic.//
Not magic, Mr. Kimball.
Current spin. See, try as I might and
as cleverly contrived as the preceding is, I cannot line the components of
it up to make any substantive sense. Plainly, your
repudiation of the film has nothing to do with you continuing to get a
residual for same. Discredited films widely hounded by credible
authority as utter fabrications and fantasies for years are sold
profitably to this day. You see them stacked on tables at
conventions (perhaps even your own) ten deep...
Let's look at a definition of
*repudiate* to which we might return later...
- To reject the validity or
authority of: "Chaucer . . . not only came to doubt the worth
of his extraordinary body of work, but repudiated it"
(Joyce Carol Oates).
- To reject emphatically as
unfounded, untrue, or unjust: repudiated the accusation.
- To refuse to recognize or
pay: repudiate a debt.
- To disown (a
child, for example).
- To refuse to
have any dealings with.
//Of course, I never "repudiated" the film. I changed my mind about MJ-12.
There is a difference.//
Uh-huh, don't leave out
AZTEC! Do you now reject or have you ever rejected the validity of
authoritative positions you've recorded for posterity? Have you
rejected same as unfounded, untrue, or unjust? Have you refused to
recognize or pay endorsement to same as an accurate representation of the
consequences of your researches? Indeed, it seems that "4b" above is
the only clear miss, in as much as you've been moved to advantage yourself
by squeezing a little more dustage from that which you may have
made every indication is leading folks down a Primrose Path? That's
the intimation to me...
Your "Difference" is only
plain to your *supporters*, Sir, I suspect. So, only in the eye of a
Moreover, what would the
reaction be regarding a change of mind on my part regarding my
thumbs-up reviews of the repudiated films? Would I be "fickle," "convenienced,"
"inconstant," or "crapular." I suspect I would. Yet Mr.
Kimball expects a "by." Gravy for the goose or gander
and all that, eh?
//The film is a good and fair representation of Stan Friedman's views
about MJ-12, and gives his critics, most notably Karl Pflock, their kick
at the can as well.//
There would a bit of that
fresh new neo-spin alluded to earlier. Where was that
protestation before, Mr. Kimball? No little too late, I fear.
What you seem to fail to
see? Your critical audience has a memory.
//The bonus materials, which I assembled last month, include extra
interview segments with Nick Redfern, Karl Pflock, John Greenewald, and
Rob Swiatek, as well as a 90 minute lecture by Stan in which he "critiques
the MJ-12 critics", from the 2003 Aztec UFO Symposium.//
Yes... I wonder what Mr.
Ramsey's comments would be... Pray tell, is he included in the touted
//You can purchase the two DVD special edition at
Yes... ...one could.
//After I made the film, I did more research, and came to the conclusion
that MJ-12 is fake (a conclusion shared, I might add, by the vast majority
of UFO researchers)...//
...But not the Woods Junior
and Senior. Not your patient uncle, Stanton Friedman. Not the
less conflicted researcher. Not the anti-homocentric
researcher. Not the researcher yet to be crippled by his unearned
hubris. Only the dillatants of the subject specifics and afraid,
actually, of their humanistic shadows... ...a vast number indeed, if not a
very telling one.
//...but watch the film, and the extras, and then do your own
research, and judge for yourself.//
I think he meant "buy
the film" reader... ...but by all means... "judge for yourself."
his own mind?
Tired of the usual cluelessly
officious CRAP from the "Odd Emperor" (One Mr. Pettingill) and firing
off a response to impact amidships below the portentous waterline? I
"...What a fraptious piss-wit's line of patent crap. Even what is
couched in a whining and pathetic plea to back-off it is still an insult, a
greasy pretension of intelligence that is only proclaimed and otherwise not
evident in any way at all.
Two way glass, huh? Another inadvertent and unwitting self-disclosure, Mr.
Pettingill. See, you only _think_ you can see out and we can't see in. Even
if true, and it's not, that's how a lack-witted _coward_ gets his jollies,
sport! Truth-seeking is the last thing on _your_ mind. You front crap
'buffering' -- let me show you how that works.
Several years ago, when you were first starting out on your tedious if
cowardly little campaign to keep the indefatigable *other* and *greater
reality* at arms length for yourself, personally... you dropped a smirky
little note in my personal mail to the effect that I had in some way
evaluated by *your eminence* and that I might avail myself of your gracious
wisdom at a thoughtfully supplied URL.
I discovered when I got over there not a critique, which is always
appreciated believe it or not, so much as a hostile sand-bag. It ridiculed,
despoiled, humiliated, mocked, derided, and most importantly, Mr. Pettingill?
It casually disrespected. I'll take my best shot at eating your face just
I'm supposed to be _elevated_ ending up on a list entitled "Fruits and
Nuts"? F**k with the bull, dude. Go on.
But the lard-sugar icing on the whole affair is that you had the pretense to
act like you should be rewarded for your unintelligent, assumptive,
pretentious, immature, bumptious, unimaginative, unjustifiably
arrogant, and hugely disrespectful behavior... ...with the adoration
of imagined peers! This is forgetting the real persons you were, oh
so casually, defaming and deriding!
[Metaphor alert!!!>>>] ROFL! You have to die. Just kidding (mostly).
When the more appropriately righteous scope is turned around on you, though,
is where we see the Prufrockian (look it up, dim-bulb) true-color of the
lovely Mr. Pettingill, loath to have his crummy little rock kicked over, and
jealous of his concealment. He whines, moans, and knishes his powdery little
teeth that he is being attacked, treated badly, harassed and otherwise
molested, himself. ROFL!
See, Mr. Pettingill? No good deed goes unpunished. There is a price to be
paid for sticking your head up over the berm and sliding out from under your
duplicitous little defilade. You're libel to get your pointy little
head stepped on.
The wage of sinning against your fellow human beings... who may insist
themselves that they be treated with the same regard and respect with which
you only think _you_ should be treated. I've said to you before something
about reaping and sowing... enjoy"!
This comment was, of course,
moderated out, as is an intellectual coward's prerogative. But he
left this little revealing rejoinder:
The Odd Emperor Says:
August 22nd, 2006 at 6:28 am
Whups! Seems youy (sic) got angry again. I can’t in good conscience pass
that along, except for this bit.
Alfred Lehmberg Says:
“ROFL! You have to die. Just kidding (mostly).”
I think you need to take a break from all this Alfred. Once you stop rolling
around on the floor, perhaps you can reflect how serious that kind of thing
is–were I to interpret it a certain way.
Perhaps you were sending it to Mr. Pettingill?
Hmm, I’ll have to let him know.
I responded, then copied it here so
Mr. "Prufrock's" fans
could see him getting his current, well deserved, spanking:
Oh push a sock in it, won't you please? It takes a real bone-head and
mouth breather to pretend he can't understand a metaphor. I'm
not surprised. This is just more snot on your cognitive doorknob, Mr.
Pettingill. More evidence of your pathetic cluelessness, impossible
shallowness, and abject cranial foppery. The preceding is what passes
for your own pathetic little "love song."
More un-witting self-disclosure?
Moderated? Read it elsewhere then, coward, it wont be you telling me
when to take a break.
You really are a steaming geek, you know that? I don't mean that in a good
way. Moreover, the reason you get slapped around like this is because
to are too smart a guy to be so intransigently STUPID... plus?
You beg for it.
And so it goes, eh? Mr.
Pettingill can forget the other cheek turned. When he tries it?
He'll discover fresh bruises on the new one. Nes't se pas?
"Space: The Imagination Station has scheduled the
premiere for Fields of Fear. You can tune in and catch it for the first time
(they'll be airing it many times after that over the next four years) on
Friday, September 15th, at 10 pm Eastern Standard Time.
I'm proud of this film, which has taken longer to finish than any I've
worked on before. I did my best to get it right, and provide a fair and
balanced view of cattle mutilations. Kevin Randle takes on the role of the
resident "debunker" of the paranormal explanation this time around, and
paranormal researchers Greg Bishop and Nick Redfern provide further
commentary (with a cameo appearance by Stan Friedman). We also get to hear
from a number of citizens of St. Paul , Alberta, including Mayor John
Trefanenko, Editor of the St. Paul Journal Jay Gutteridge, and the former
head of the town's chamber of commerce, Paul Pelletier, who was with Fern on
his first cattle mute investigation.
At the end of the day, however, the film is really about Fern Belzil, for
whom I have developed a great deal of respect. He's a straight-shooter,
which is a welcome rarity in a world increasingly full of bafflegab and b.s.,
and that comes through in the film. Whether or not you think cattle mutes
are real, there's no question that Fern is 100% real!"
Is this going to be another of your loss-leader (one step
forward and two steps back) film productions, Sir, to be refuted and
repudiated later on when the sales flatten out?
You'll have to pardon my cynicism. None of us is able to look forward better
than we are able look back. You look decidedly dodgy in my rear
view mirror Mr. Kimball.
Brittany's actually preferable...
Discovered at the Site of the Flying Pig
"...Meanwhile, the "unwashed masses" went on to send in
their opinions to Russell Sipe of halebopp.com about the
ill-treatment Chuck Schramek was receiving, a few of which I
reproduce here, complete with spelling and grammatical errors.
The first is from Alfred Lehmberg, present leader of the
"AlienViewGroup" and frequent poster to the UfoUpdates list. At
the time Mr. Lehmberg e-mailed his comments to Russell Sipe, I
had not yet exchanged any correspondence with him, but I was to
make his acquaintance a few years later, when he
told me "where the bear shits in the bucket" (to which I
duly responded) with respect to DISCLOSURE.
See my entry on Mr. Lehmberg here, as well. I also invite
you to visit Alfie's delightfully
protest too much..." It's plain you went for the throat on
this--and the responce (sic) is too coordinated and powerful
-- moving to insult and discredit too quickly...you guys are
acting as weird as that comet!"
Ouch, Mr. Brock... it's pretty obvious you had your portentous post-toasties
righteously pissed in.
Unfortunately, outside of showing yourself to be decidedly niggardly,
intellectually fatuous, and just not up to the task of making your points
(forgetting cognitively unbrave running away and hurling epithets over a
sloping shoulder), the only other thing you demonstrated was that I didn't
proofread one piece of E-mail to Mr. Sipes in
...Pretty meager pickings on your part, Sir, eh?
Besides, it remains I stand by what I wrote to Mr. Sipes even if I did
fail to spell "response" correctly...
With regard to your "cheesy" poetry (I've weathered booger-brained
"Limburger cheese" jokes for 50 years)? A friend would remind you to keep your day-job.
Thanks for the note... and I trust all these words are spelled correctly.
I've been getting better over the years, I suspect.
I perceive the porcine, but the pinions are decidedly absent.
"Paul Kimball, a serious filmmaker with his own production
company... has produced some engaging and instructive documentary films...
It remains that this writer's gut-sense advises that Kimball is
legitimately trying to shoot straight-down-the-middle on the issues."
Astonishing, Mr. Kimball!
This was at first blush when you still had a dew of
innocence on your lily... ...It is beyond belief that you would use this
quote now when so much water has passed the bridge... as has been made
ABUNDANTLY obvious in the interim... ...that was then... SIR!
...In that interim there are the leaders you would
insult, the benefactors you would betray, the friends you would attack, the
persons you would despoil, and contemporaries you would deride. In
that interim are your smirks and sneers and snide reportages. In
that interim are your intellectual shallownesses, your acerbic biases, and
your constipated cant-ages . In that interim are you not
revealed for what I believe you to be, Sir, a line-walking fraud, a clever
dissembler, and a ufological malefactor... ...in my opinion of
Why, using this quote, itself, when the exact
opposite is apparent and indicated is proof enough of my outraged
contentions, Mr. Kimball! Good show!
...Request you remove it at once.
...And... after much embarrassing spewage of
personal insult and attack he only ever thought he was the subject of, boys
and girls... and after monumental scurryings with regard to obligatory face
saving and requisite spin-meistering... ...he did, too.
It remains that it had no business there as I no longer, if only for the
present, believed it. Given new information and demonstrated
performance I could believe it again. That's not flip-flopping.
That's rationality in action. Any other activity is the tedious shtick
of the ideologue. The flat-earther syndrome Mr. Kimball presently
endures is not an incurable disease, you see. It's not written in
stone that he has to remain a self-interested bone-head dilettante.
He's smart... he can make a real contribution.
...Redemption is for EVERYMAN.
Overheard at Paul Kimball's Blog of Singular biliousness:
Andy Roberts scowls...
What an interesting view Stuart has of me! I'm always happy to defend
my research and expect people to criticise it. However, I expect them to
criticise it with the same rigour of fact, logic and evidence which I use
myself. this rarely happens and hence I don't suffer fools gladly. And there
a lot of fools in ufology.
As for me being a 'strange' guy - lawdy yes, I've followed the Call of the
Weird for a long time, in many different ways and strange is most definitely
Thanks for popping by. I've always enjoyed your work, even when I might
disagree with it. I've even been known to sign a few e-mails to certain
people "Happy trails", just because I know they'll go "grrr...".
As far as being strange goes, given the fact that he was smiling when he
said it, I'm pretty sure that Stuart didn't mean that in a bad way, although
you'd have to ask him to be absolutely certain!
As for there being a lot of fools in ufology, well... no comment! :-)
I have to remark how fortunate the rest of us on the planet are
to have these two, extant, to settle our ufological hash. Without them
around to swab out the odd paranormal throat we'd strangle on our own
spit, presumably. It matters not that the former is a
self-admitted liar and the latter is tres reluctant, in my opinion, to
selflessly entertain the remotest truth... the globe must still sigh
its tremendous relief, eh?
Moreover -- I suspect the ubiquitous Mr. Kimball is unable to tell a
smile from a rictus.
..Are You Outraged Tonight?
Continued dialogue regarding Paul Kimball's:
Are You Lonesome Tonight?
KIMBALL: Thanks. Your column merely proves my point about the fear
emanating from your side of the aisle, and the close-mindedness.
LEHM: Rofl! What deliciously contrived and rational sounding
*new-speak* is this? What's actually occurring in your response is not
a reasoned reaction to what you would label (and dismiss) as "groundless
fear" and "lack of capacity"... that's just a masquerading dodge. What
you've actually only done is re-packaged all the recently expressed
criticism I have had for your, quaintly put, "side of the aisle" ... and
projected that inconsequent and non-responsive package back to me on a world
stage virtually unchanged. The long and the short of the other side of the
Moreover... You would pretend here that it was all just a divergence of
ideological opinion and not your total lack of response regarding the
too conservative cut of your ideological jib, the errors it makes, the
aspects that it does not take into account, the information it denies, the
fallacies it entertains, the falsehood it allows, the lack of progress it
makes, the assumptions it contrives... ummm... another essay map for a
Besides... PeeWee Herman's "I know you are, but what am I"? ...is not an
effective retort in this context, I think a reader would agree.
KIMBALL: Also, the lack of a sense of humour.
LEHM: Ach! Another of your tediously distracting canards.
Mr. Kimball! Well forget for a moment I could have you blowing somebody
else's beer from your nose if we ever went to an unlikely dinner
somewhere... ...some things just don't lend themselves to humor.
Laughingly call a black guy, all in good humor you understand, a "nigger"
sometime, to get a taste of what I mean. Sorry, seriously, but some things
are just not appropriate for *humor*, as you know.
No. When asked in front of a couple of million people about a human
status in the *other-where* you don't digress to a subject like coveted
*cups* and guys whacking each other with *sticks* or otherwise beating the
hammered feces from one other. I was appalled. I suspect most of your
KIMBALL: I mean, really - a comment about the Edmonton Oilers going to
the Stanley Cup offended you?
LEHM: Sigh! You really are an astonishingly impossible piece of work!
We're not talking, as you well know, about a reference to a fantasy
contest which is really only an ersatz truth allowed to an abused Joe
Six-Pack so as to further dull his edge (that person you appealed to so you
can continue your masquerade as a "regular" guy?). We're talking about you
crapping all over Noory's heartfelt expression and serious set-up because
the speculation on same... ...shrivels your short and curlies!
This is, of course, forgetting for a moment that you reported a
respectfully immediate and affirmative response to Noory's very serious
question... ...and did not. That pesky "truth in reporting" you were
on about the other day... 'member?
KIMBALL: You definitely need to broaden your horizons, and lighten up.
Rofl... Forgetting your brand of brightness is only harshing your
*monitor* we're but treated to your continuing re-packaged projections, your
intellectually empty projections, your obtuse projections, and your wholly
irrelevant and fatuous re-projections...
...I submit you are moonlight to my sunlight, Sir, like water is to
wine. Where would you like to go on these *horizons*? How*dark* do you
think it is?
At the risk of being further tedious myself, I have to point out that
it's times like these when James Joyce seems most appropriate. See,
it's me charging you to "...Up ne'ent prospector, warp your woof and
use both wings... ...sprout for all you're worth"! You parrot back a
two-color representation of the very same sentiment... and then act like it
was your bike had that bell on it, too! Astonishing.
All that said? Be ashamed.
...And listening buyers? Beware. There is life beyond being a
put together and disposable tool in a sociopath's ready kit, imo.
What the hell did I mean by that?
knowing the answer depends on the productive warp of ones woof, whether all
aerodynamic surfaces are being utilized, only if you're sprouting as hard
as you can, and if you are remotely prospecting... ...then you
can approach that conjectured concrescence "Up ne'ent" with confidence, and
grok the answer to that question in its fullness. We had to read that
book in high school for some damn reason... eh?
Believe me. It'll be a lot
more respectfully satisfying and last longer, too. See folks...
...it's the law. The poet trumps the
...Are You Outraged Tonight?
Provoked response regarding Paul Kimball's:
Are You Lonesome Tonight?
LEHM: I was
just going to let this slide... I'd already cranked out 2500 words in
critique of dodgy Kimballian intellectual ethics... and I have my own
projects to consider... but damn it... If Mr. Kimball is going to so
readily perform what he so vociferously, with no small outrage,
accuses... then some mention of it should be made in a manner exceeding
the bare minimum...
George Noory posed an interesting question to me last week on Coast
to Coast - "do you" he asked, "believe that there is intelligent life
in the universe besides our own?"
Yes he did. And he even managed to transcend the obligatory woo-woo of
late-night radio milieu to touch on a tap-root of some real philosophical
weight, too... ...with sincerity and some genuine wonder.
crapped all over it.
It was his
lead in for the whole hour and he was asking the big question even without
realizing he was asking it, perhaps, but I'm certain there was a delicious
ripple in the felt moment of everyone's experiential resonance who was
listening. The heavy curtains started to crank up for everyone, a Bach mass
in B minor started to rumble the floor...
KIMBALL: "Yes," I replied, without hesitation.
No you did not. And this from the man in recent faux-earnest
caterwaul with regard to accurate reporting... Instead? You digressed into
the most inane and inappropriate distraction conceived... presumably
to bring the question under your anthropomorphic heel. Outrageous.
You went on,
as if in preamble to an *answer*, ...about HOCKEY... Mr.
Kimball. For the better part of a minute you waxed about the Stanley cup
and its importance, personally, to you. WTF?
I wanted to
hit you in the head with a board, Mr. Kimball, as there can be no forgiving
the casual and light hearted disrespect you so laughingly paid to the
sensibilities of the millions of persons listening... the truly rational
persons who have moved themselves past your petty fears and lack of
intellectual dimensionality... persons who sense some *thing* beyond
themselves... the cosmic anthropose? The mystic atom? The sophic hydralith?
The philosopher's stone? The lapis philosiforum ... the felt presence at
the end of time ... the living heart of the universal panacea? Persons who
truly leave behind them what you perceive far to your front, Sir, if at all?
you. How incredibly and impossibly and egregiously obtuse of you.
I then pointed out that most scientists agree with that conclusion.
little too late by any measure, Mr. Kimball. And then there was the manner
in which you offered that admission up like it was abundantly
considered... ...when all it ever turned out to be was a retreat from
same and a veiled conjecture that: "...no (listener)... we really are
alone, after all."
As is your
tactic, you took a step forward to justify the three steps back you
invariably insist on taking. None dare call that cowardice!
KIMBALL: At which point George pointed out that this was just a
belief, because there is no proof that such life exists.
The pompous arrogance masquerading as rationality. The forced penchant for
Occamian ultra-reductionism below what is required for complete
explanation. Sometimes, young man, hypotheses must, of needs, be
multiplied. That's something conveniently forgotten in your
understanding of the razor.
gleeful gallop to the lowest common denominator in imagination,
erudition, and intellectual bravery! Such effrontery of ideological cant!
was grasping innocently (?) at homocentric straws (offering conjecture
not position) that you, as the self-credited hard-nosed historian,
should have denied him... but then I remember that you stooped first to a
grossly irrelevant sports reference that was in no way pertinent or
appropriate to the issue at hand... ...and I understand.
I agreed with him, although I noted that the universe is a big place, and
the odds favour the existence of life "out there" (some of it possibly
coming here), certainly on a "balance of probabilities" standard, if not
beyond a reasonable doubt.
You kind of have to say that, don't you, to maintain this pretense of
being a rationalist... when nothing could be further from the truth? You
are a shill for continued denial of the obvious, Mr. Kimball. No
more and probably a lot less, Sir.
You do not
deserve the comfort you would presume given your ontological betrayals...
your cognitive infidelities ...your gross inconsistencies ... your fractious
methodologies ...your smug eruditions... ...and your wan pontifications. We
can run the preceding by line item, chapter and verse, if you care to demand
discussion on them, Mr. Kimball. I'm prepared to do a whole essay on
this paragraph, which stands in handily as a word map for it.
categorize my opinions and observations on same... but I suspect they
would be found to have some resonance with a reader just the same.
Verily, I suspect, Sir, that you are beginning to feel the cracks and
strains _of_ same.
KIMBALL: As I recall, George paused for a second or two, and then
asked something along the lines of, "Don't you think it would be lonely if
we were the only life in the universe?"
KIMBALL: I think I just said that I wasn't too worried about it, as
I don't think we're alone in the universe, and then we moved on to another
I would have called it beating a hasty retreat in the felt presence of the
wholly other... "...not too worried about it," indeed. I submit that you
are purposely not holding your mouth right on the issues, Mr. Kimball, for
the purposes of intellectual disingenuousness and an explicable
philosophical duplicity... ...a readily perceptible vehicle of your
cognitive dissonance! Worse, I suspect you may have even programmed yourself
to believe it.
KIMBALL: But what if we are alone?
Yeah! And there you touch upon it at last... did you think I'd miss it?
Additionally maybe George W. is the best president of all time, too.
Perhaps tail-gunner Joe was right about the commies all along!
That is only
the first step that you would have the listener take with you to shallower
focus, color desaturation, and a reducing depth of field. Good God Mr.
Kimball... the scientistically sneering if honorably countenanced Mr.
Pettingill gets it. You have NO excuse!
KIMBALL: Does that prospect bother me?
yeah, it bothers you. It better! Anything else is just sheep refusing to
You bet it
bothers you! It eats at you just behind the front of the shaky barrier of
worshipped scientism (and the personal profit?) you've pushed up around
yourself to keep the wholly *other* away. It is evidenced in the
ontological betrayals... cognitive infidelities ... gross inconsistencies
... fractious methodologies ... smug eruditions... ...and wan pontifications
already alluded to.
Uh-huh... and I would submit you're just not being honest with yourself, Mr.
Kimball, and certainly not with the listeners you shortchanged and
marginalized on the Noory program. I suspect they're going to get you for
it. I'm passing out the hot tar and feathers over here, myself.
No more than the prospect that we're not alone bothers me. I'm "good"
with either possibility. I think it would be wonderful if ET is out there,
for a whole host of reasons. On the other hand, if they're not, I'm
perfectly happy to go it "alone".
amounts to exactly *zip* intellectually, am I right? Or maybe we're
just supposed to be impressed by your unctuous ability to whistle past the
graveyard, stay wedded to the tediously prosaic, or pretend you're the
captain of your own intellectual ship. What foul beast actually has
its hand on your tiller, Sir?
seems to me that such an outlook does not have to take responsibility for
coming to grips with the vetted sciences suggested by the conjectured wholly
other, the thousands of quality anecdotal reports regarding same, the
thousands of physical trace cases, the thousands of vetted photos and
movies, a Human history rich with ufological reference, the recorded
impressions from the Brahmans of antiquity in pigment, soot, and stone...
...or the personal experience with this paranormal and cloying
*other* that thousands of your listeners have likely had. You think these
people were solaced or otherwise impressed with your smug conceit? I know_
KIMBALL: Skeptics are never bothered at the prospect of ET - as I've
said before, Phil Klass would have been the first person to shake ET's hand,
should he have met him in his back yard (er... assuming ET was friendly).
Another knee slapper! How do you do it? Philip Klass (and a gleeful pox on
his scurvy memory) would be the first to shake an alien hand...!?! ...the
same way the Captains of industry, Government toadies, and Institutional
fat-cats would be glad to aggressively investigate UFOs... that is to say...
not at all. Changing the conditions for the status quo is not remotely in
their pecuniary interest to do so, Mr. Kimball, and there are ready examples
of same all through the history you would have us believe you've mastered,
Skipper! These sociopathic multinationals have been Sturrocked, Hyneked,
McDonalded, and Friedmaned! It's ludicrous to think
they don't know the score and don't stridently IGNORE same because
they understand only too well...
Philip Klass was psychologically, constitutionally, intellectually, and
inordinately incapable of performing in the manner that you suggest, Sir.
And better men and women than you and I combined could instruct you in that,
I'm certain. Ask "Fun-at-parties" Uncle Stan," boyo!
KIMBALL: No, the people who are bothered are not the skeptics, but
rather those who can't come to grips with the possibility that we may indeed
You've just never looked into a night sky, remotely considered the
preponderance of space and time and surface area involved for a scintilla of
a moment have you! And you're a bright guy, ostensibly, seeming
incapable yourself of appreciating that the veritable proof of existence for
an *other* lies in our own existence. We are the proof of concept,
ourselves, and if you want to continue to pretend in the vanishingly
small possibility that we are essentially the first, last, and
only...always... ...I don't hesitate to point out to you that that is just a
continuance of your pompous sophistry, itinerate arrogance,
portentous deniability, and glib insentience. Seriously -- poke a
sock in it, and just crank out another big 10 list...
Who are they? Some of the people who believe that ET is out there, and that
he / she has come here.
KIMBALL: Not folks like Stan Friedman, who, if you could prove to
him that there was no life in the universe besides ours would probably just
shrug and say something like, "Hmph... well, I guess we better get our act
together down here then."
suspect that you are overdrawn at the credibility bank of an impertinence
endured to speak for Stanton Friedman, Mr. Kimball... at home and abroad.
Let's see how that shakes down as the days and months wear on, eh?
Stan champions the ETH not because he wants or needs to believe in aliens,
but because he's looked at the evidence and come to the conclusion that
aliens exist. I think that his conclusion is premature, but I respect the
way he came to it.
-- after 40 plus years he is able only to re-enforce the conclusions you
dismiss with such unconcealed and unlearned impudence as "premature." This
has your garden-party guest just staring down into their plates aghast at
your obtuse and indolent audacity. The embarrassment felt for you is
palpable I suspect. I feel it.
KIMBALL: No, the people who would have trouble if we really are
"alone" are the ones who have pinned their hopes and dreams for a better
world on the intervention of extraterrestrials.
crap! _That_ tired canard. A card carrier for the ball-lightening and
sleep-paralysis crowd, too, I'm betting. That sentiment doesn't float a
bath-tub water toy anymore besides demonstrating a senseless
inability to perceive governments we can no longer trust, churches we can no
longer believe, institutions we can no longer endure, and agencies we can no
longer countenance. This red herring of yours is getting especially
In this respect, they are no different than religious types who count the
days until the return of God (in whatever form), so that He can save us from
We are quite a BIT different from these religious types (that you stealthily
champion and make allowances for, by the way). Moreover, you are that,
yourself, which you would decry here. I submit you draw the same swill from
your own infected hubris too willing to fondly contemplate our
alleged uniqueness in a universe vaster than you CAN imagine, to
paraphrase Haldane, and beyond the limits of your courage to entertain,
anyway, apparently... astonishingly like the intellectually stunted Philip
Klass mentioned earlier.
KIMBALL: They look to the sky (literally for the die-hard ET
believers, figuratively for the religious types) for salvation from a world
that they see as gone mad (usually for different reasons).
the world has not gone mad, Mr. Kimball, provoked by an official
denial of the obvious that you so gleefully suck up to? Is that what you
would imply here? Everything continues to track the remotest sanity?
are you living in?
you've lived a cloistered life, Sir, and do anyone who listens to your
porcine intellectual flatulence a palpable disservice. Consideration of the
obvious and wholly other and the alleged worship of same may be what you
would feel compelled to do given an actuality proven... even to yourself...
but I can accept that these concepts can remain mutually exclusive. Is one
required to worship the superior? I suspect you think so. Does a
cat worship a human?
KIMBALL: They eagerly await the "other" to solve their problems here
on Earth, and lead us to a better future.
better hope something does Mr. Kimball. The situation is getting
pretty dire. If you can't see that you better switch thumbs.
KIMBALL: They may be in for a rude awakening (which was, I think,
the general thrust of the notorious
"Klass curse") - or not. Who knows?
not for whom the bell tolls Mr. Kimball, better to consider the foul beast
presently slouching off to Bethlehem to be born, and that that bell tolls
KIMBALL: What I do know is that if ET does exist, and we find it,
either here or "there", the skeptics will have little trouble adjusting
their worldview accordingly. We're ready for it - most even hope it's true.
Claptrap & Nonsense, Sir. It is the exact and polar opposite of what you
say here. Just WHO the hell would you pretend to lecture? You
proclaim a lousy measure of tanked BAT SQUEEZE with the preceding, and you
know it! Seriously, change thumbs!
KIMBALL: So, when the true believers toss out the red herring that
skeptics are afraid of the "other", don't believe them for a second.
not for a second... ...for all seconds. At last we can agree.
KIMBALL: The fear is really coming from them, caused by the nagging
concern - perhaps conscious, perhaps not - that we may really be "alone",
and that we may actually have to solve our problems the old fashioned way,
i.e. by ourselves.
Yes... go back to sleep, reader! Trust your governments! Believe your
churches. Embrace your institutions! Countenance your agencies... ...go to
sleep ... go to sleep...
KIMBALL: In short, the problem isn't that skeptics don't want to
believe in ET , but that the believers don't want to believe in humanity.
It is you, Sir, short-sheeting humanity and short-changing same with
reliance on the hubris of an elitist's sensibility already tired last
century! Skeptics are terrified of ET because it questions the
position of their personal jewel in their creation's crown. The so called
*believer* you malign, so artlessly, is only willing to look beyond the
limits of the box you would stuff him into and bravely embraces what he
discovers in the extension, out of your cloying box! What a bleak and
colorless, narrow field and depthless, or dimensionless reality you would
prescribe for the rest of us.
it, and you, Sir.
KIMBALL: Which means that unless ET lands on the White House lawn,
they really are "lonesome tonight", whether they realize it or not.
...And with damn good reason, abundant provocation, and plentiful
encouragement from the patent and ongoing if clever and
sophisticated denial of you and yours, Mr. Kimball...
and you, Sir," remembering you have paid the required if irrelevant
courtesy and that it has been and continues to be appreciated... ...such as
it is. I'm sure you're a hell of a guy to pound down a couple of beers
with, still... I suspect there should be no broccoli served at the meal we
share, and that I should keep one hand on my wallet and the other over my
anal pore... so to speak and in gross and hyperbolic analogy.
decidedly askance and inarguably akimbo, forgetting I feel provoked into
ready opposition. You are the self-selected personification, as I've
written before, of what I find so tediously tiresome in my fellow human
beings, and I have to tilt at you because it's the law. No apologies.
Vapid... Insipid... Prosaic?
Paul Kimball on C2C with G. Noory 23 May 06
Paul Kimball gives good radio. Very calm,
ostensibly focused, apparently knowledgeable, very reasoned and reasonable
sounding, seemingly inclusive of different approaches and outlooks... I'm
not so easily fooled and remain, decidedly, askance and akimbo in his regard.
...But a bravura performance even if it was a canted axe grinding.
A minimalist's appeal for authoritarian concepts psychologically extreme?
one is advised to read between the lines with Mr. Kimball, it might be
prudent to try to hear between them as well. My impressions as I listened:
Immanently facilitating and congratulatory throughout, Mr. Noory introduces
Mr. Kimball to the world stage, again:
On Hellyer -- ...Kimball mischaracterized Hellyer's involvement with Corso and made
not the remotest mention of the Peter Jennings special... ...which piqued Hellyer's interest to begin with, or reported the
witnessed corroborations of an unnamed Senior Officer validating Corso (and more), securing that
interest in Corso to start. Kimball conveniently suggests a provenance
with Corso that was simply not there.
Kimball further characterized any political
contribution that Hellyer may have made by referring to it as "checkered"...
inferring thinly to the uninformed listener that Hellyer's service was, at
times, less than completely honorable or sane... when it was entirely honorable,
and sane, at
all times. Kimball is ideological cant at it's very best.
Moreover, In Hellyer's regard Kimball
pronounces on Defense interests he is not
remotely competent to pronounce upon. Different military services have
a lot of expensive overlaps and petty rivalries that just go away when you
combine them into a single force. Hellyer cannot be criminalized for
attempting to use good sociological sense. Bang another drum Mr.
Also during this segment Kimball communicated broad assumptions with regard
to authorities who would be ever so gladly interested in studying UFOs...
were just given "credible evidence" to do so... ...when they have had in their
possession abundant evidence for same... ?...and have done nothing with it in
60 freaking years! I smell Kool-aid.
Kimball complains that mainstream science, academia, and industry would have
a copious interest in UFOs given evidence of which Mr. Kimball approves...
...when all that Mr. Kimball has ever done so far is to produce work in
investigation that he later poorly self-debunks... ...as he debunks others
...perhaps encouraging the uninformed listener that there seems nothing at
all to a highly strange phenomenon (he further dismisses as
extraterrestrial)... ...that is otherwise well fleshed out by:
(a) dozens of
named research scientists living and dead
(b) thousands of years of
(c) in thousands of vetted
photographs and movies
thousands of quality anecdotal reports from commercial/military pilots,
priests, and policemen et sig al
(e) in thousands of
physical trace cases
... ... scratched in old ink, colored pigments, and soot on cave walls for
thousands of years?
Does Mr. Kimball take the listener for an idiot... or is he crippled with a
naiveté so pervasively portrayed and cluelessly deployed that it is scarcely
to be believed? There seems no third choice.
On Friedman -- Majestic 12, Roswell, Wilbert Smith, the cosmic Watergate or
"the conspiracy of needless silence"... ...all bunk, but Friedman himself is
a good uncle and a "fun guy to be around..." ...Blithely and with senseless
bias deconstructing much, about which, Stanton Friedman can be so
conclusive, could Mr. Kimball have damned Mr. Friedman with fainter praise?
I think not.
Additionally? I don't think more disrespect has ever been paid to coattails
ridden in on. ...Good chums? I demand from and pay more respect to... ...my
"Someone spewing bunk deserves to be debunked," Mr. Kimball righteously
intones... I heartily agree. Moreover, proving something to Mr. Kimball's
satisfaction is not the satisfying proof Mr. Kimball would have it be, I
On Condign -- Characterized American ufologists as knee-jerk reactionaries
when compelled by known debunkers to react to the re-imposition of such a
revolting canard as plasma and ball lightening for an explanation of UFOs...
...when the concept has been abundantly discredited so well and often that
even Philip Klass stopped banging his fecal drum in its regard.
Moreover, Mr. Kimball is not concerned that the second most powerful nation
on the planet investigated UFOs and discounted, again, any attribution that
it was a result of the activity of some kind of *other*... but that it is
entirely a function of natural (not uncomfortable) processes we've yet to
fully understand, as yet... Yes, thank you... you’ve been very helpful.
Please review (a) through (e) above. Plainly... there can be very little of
this aforementioned evidence that can remotely be subscribed to *natural*
phenomena, whatever that turns out to be.
Fond of proclaiming where others have missed points,
Kimball's "big story" in Condign’s regard, reader, *is not* that UFOs are
being investigated at all by a major authority (his contention... forgetting
they are dismissive in UFOs regard). No, he misses the point, himself, again.
story* is that the major authorities continue to shine the
public on about the greatest story NEVER told, treating us like disrespected
children in that story's regard, and that another bucket of duplicitous
water is poured on a valid ufological fire smoldering and almost breaking into flame,
There's the *story* on a fatuous, insipid, and un-brave Condign Report.
a pox on you, Andy Roberts, smirking and rubbing your clammy hands in
senseless glee in the scurrilous activity of sticking it out there.
"Opportunities are missed," Mr. Kimball, not because they're NOT being taken
advantage of... ...but because they WON'T be taken advantage of. The
difference is not subtle.
On UFOs -- Mr. Kimball rests the provenance of his interest in UFOs entirely
at the feet of Stanton Friedman. This seems a little odd given his testimony
above and forgetting how we're frequently reminded how closely Friedman and
Kimball are associated... ...given "close" family ties (Kimball is a distant
nephew by marriage).
Perhaps Mr. Kimball wishes to roll from the tree with a
kick. Too bad Friedman loses a little bit of bark in the thrust away. Pity.
Still, Kimball is uncomfortable with the term "UFO" and prefers instead, UAP,
or unidentified aerial phenomena. UFO, you see, infers something might
actually BE there, whereas UAP refers to something that may not have to be
there at all, could be attributed to something more comfortable _if_
there (swamp gasses or glowing plasmas?), but likely something without a
intelligence Mr. Kimball finds so threatening to his cloistered world view
and inflated sense of self... I surmise...
Mr. Kimball continues to scatter, and so, dilute the ufological impetus he
maintains is worthy of at least distracted scientific/journalistic
study... ...through temporal, dimensional, psychological, or other
paranormal explanations (a plethora!). The extraterrestrial explanation is,
again, singled out for mild ridicule and dismissal, made an unlikely, even
if possible, last choice for consideration (...just to be balanced, you
know?). What's Mr. Kimball so afraid of?
On Wilbert Smith -- Mr. Kimball believes that intellectual high rollers in
key positions of government and industry who leave those positions honorably
no longer have influence nor affect on those who had employed them... Dr.V.
Bush could not have been tapped for use in a subsequent position, even one
as dodgy as MJ12, for this reason... ...because he was... "...out of it."
Nonsense. I can see where someone as capable and as smart Dr. Bush was would
be on the short list of persons to head up just such an operation. Kimball's
take is ludicrous... Bush was a fine choice. Even if there were problems
between Bush and Truman... better the devil you know, eh? "...Wouldn't have
happened"? "...Couldn't have happened"?
Mr. Kimball overstates his poor
case? I suspect so.
Given the preceding rather fatuous buffoonery... Wilbert Smith is
discredited because he names V. Bush as a member of the MJ12 panel, and by
extension, MJ12 is discredited? This is beginning to resemble an
Ouroborosian romp. Argumentative snakes feasting on their own errant tails.
No, Mr. Kimball approaches his own concrescence, or how much of his own tail
will he be able to get down before he gags. Moreover, folks who aren't
seeing the wisdom in Kimball's glib rational aren't reading the right blogs...
...Kimball's for instance. That's what the man said. And there was very
little humor in the expression, Folks. Mr. Kimball wasn't trying to be
funny, you see. I think he was serious. What cheeky impudence.
Kimball's first UFO story? A stylized vignette of pre-1947 reports
as aurora borealis, religious fervor, and dirigibles to the distracted
listener. Does anyone else see a trend here?
Father Gill, a well known case with many witnesses as reported by an
honorable man, is perhaps "not a great case", if compelling, but as it was
...just a report by a rural preacher and his flock in a third world
location... perhaps nothing to get excited about, all grist for the
ufological mill as long as it's all grind and no bread-making? I paraphrase.
No worries here mate. UFOs are at more than an arm's length, all is right in
the world, we still crown nature's glory. We are still the favorite of God.
We are still alone in our little cosmic backwater. We are still in control.
So ends the first segment...
On the theme of "are we alone in the universe"? -- Mr. Kimball went on
*humorously*, if in a protracted manner, about ice hockey and how important
the Stanley Cup was to him personally... hmmm.
This is likely predictable, but I was appalled, and if we were at dinner and
Mr. Kimball to held forth in a similar manner regarding the question?
I'd be sitting with my hands in my lap staring at my plate.
Abduction? Impossibly *Rare* if it happens at all? Right...
Are we alone? No. Somewhere... just not here. Another intelligence is;
however, unlikely. But life, of course... ...just not here, oh please
god... not here.
Mr. Kimball managed to sound self-assured
and supremely confident while he intimated same. To answer Noorey’s very
specific question, though? Yes! We are essentially alone! Remember. There's
no UFOs, no Roswell, no MJ-12, no abductions, or so much as one really
credible anecdotal report, which is all a happy result of being *alone*,
don’t you know? Don't you see?
Ouroboros writhes as he swallows.
...But by all means let's follow George W. Bush on to Mars... there's our human
spirit in action! Nothin' wrong with George! We can count on _him_ to be on
Back on UFOs... information is withheld by benevolent, well meaning, and
uncorrupted governments concerned about national security and embarrassed
that they don't know more about UFOs... ...so that they could better serve
the public they represent. Good god but Mr. Kimball's favorite drink must be
No cover-ups folks, none but for their own general incompetence. You know.
That lot that Mr. Kimball puts his faith in, and which he considers such a
benign entity? No cover-ups, folks, at all... ...but the occasional
...But wait! What about UFOs (I’m sorry, UAPs!) being neither here nor there...
or even near to *there*? Seems Mr. Kimball himself has lost track of the
bean beneath the shells he is sliding around... nes't ce pas?
...But that's all OK, proud science, the universal *arbiter* discipline
before which all the rest of reality is laid for examination and
assessment...?... This infallible intellectual edifice is bamboozled by
flakes and charlatans from an accurate perception of UFOs and it is that
which stands in the way of an investigation or disclosure. Damn those pesky
*flakes* and *charlatans*, eh?
On J. Vallee -- ...Was bullied from ufology by the ee-vill ETH people...
LOL! ...and tell me, Mr. Kimball... of what possible use or interest or even
generation could an "Invisible College" be, given that mainstream science Vallee could "retreat to"
with which to investigate UFOs without professional trepidation... ...anytime they'd read your blog so they knew where the real, *real* evidence
Ouroboros begins to gag. I think so.
Condon (Condon Report) is celebrated as a watershed event not entirely
negative in characterization. An honest effort by officialdom even if they
were predisposed to discount UFOs at the start... even if they did get it so
suspiciously and inexplicably wrong?
Condon. A landed report chilling all ufological
study all over the planet... ...compared to a much more balanced Sturrock
Report later on indicating UFOs needed to be aggressively studied for the
possible benefits that could be derived... ...getting no play at all and
barely seeing the light of day? What's the elected and non-elected
leadership so scared of?
[I'm] lost already to Mr. Kimball only because I can no longer trust
government, believe the church, have faith in my institutions, or the
in the integrity of these things because I am many times bitten now and so
must be, exponentially, shy? Mr. Kimball writes [me] off when it's him
huffing the societal Kool-aide? His gall is equally appalling.
On Friedman as a Roswell promoter -- ... an "accurate use of the term" and
"in-it-for-the-bucks is just one way to look at it." Extant? The
smear doesn't have
to be taken in the pejorative manner that it is...? Excuse me?
Maybe Kimball didn't see Jennings' lip damn near curl when he
ignorantly curried that thoughtless appellation on one of the finest men of
our time... ...*fun guy* indeed! In dueling times I'd had to have my second
get in touch with his second. ...Certainly leave my glove in his face.
That was entirely uncalled for! Where's Jennings' outrage for the known
excesses of named others before he cluelessly curls his lip at Stanton
Still pals with Stan? "Pals"? Humfph! I suspect Mr. Kimball does not
perceive a difference between a pal and a shoulder (or a face?) on which to
Klass as a Top ten uflogist? He performed "valuable services"
when the action of this scurvy dog campaigned to hold up the
study of UFOs for over 40 years?
How could you be so deliberately obtuse, Mr. Kimball?
Oh... and there's likely nothing to cattle mutilations either folks... at
best the impression with which the listener was left... and the premier
researcher on same didn't meet with Kimball I'm betting because she would refuse to.
Sincerely, any semblance to a balanced approach and the very glib
explication of Paul Kimball is a crafted illusion. Mr. Kimball is a canted
apologist for debunker-ism, in the opinion or this writer, hostile to the
merest suggestion of the wholly other (...whatever its provenance in a
space, time, and surface area continuum grander than Kimball can ever
know...) because he can't get past a worried if inordinately homocentric
conceit of anthropomorphism. He's reluctant to consider that we don't
captain every aspect of our lives on our own recognizance as an autonomous
species. He's apprehensive that rather than being the measure of all things?
He may only be a poor measurer of some things... ...too filled with a
science and philosophy only minutes old on the cosmic clock, and an uneasy
pander to a duplicitous mainstream his only support.
...And a Kool-aid drinker. We can’t forget that.
That's fair... and hails from the *other side of the truth*, too, I'm betting.
left all the room in the world for religious fundamentalists who speak in
canned memes of neo-religious ignorance and practice hatred as a lifestyle, but
called the ETHer "brown" and would run him out of "town," along with Exopolitics and significant others if he had
A little scary...
No, the uninformed listener who just tuned in as a result of
some small distracted interest found between holding down a job with no
health care, and talking care of a family fearful of the future (forgetting
the nearing 1 in a hundred chance of being in jail in these United States?)
was that there was no need to get at all excited regarding his UAPs.
Paul Kimball? A glibly canted *there*, there. Beware. Call him Darth.
Time & Surface Area?
...A remarkablely tedious effort of tedious
tediousness, even for them, and as intellectually inane, pathetically
prosaic, and anally assumptive as it is painful to the eye. But, maybe
that's just me...
"On reading my recent posting on UFOs as modern
folklore, excitable ufologist Stuart Miller, instead of attaching a
comment to it, posted it to
UFO UpDates, adding his own somewhat hyperbolic comments. This
produced the expected hysterical response, which fully confirms the truth
of my comments in my previous posting.
When Christopher Allan sent a posting generally supporting my approach to
the subject, he was challenged by Don Ledger to explain a UFO report which
was an Airmiss report from an aircraft near Manchester Airport in January
1995. I wrote in pointing out that this had been explained years ago by
Jenny Randles as a meteor. This was not acceptable to Ledger, who wrote:
"It doesn't really matter what Jenny says She's no expert in this area.
She really should stay out of air cases." Some
people don't want explanations; they will accept nothing less than the
space aliens and their saucers.
Many thanks to those of you who added your comments on this topic."
"Some people don't want explanations; they will
accept nothing less than..."
...even the forced prosaic and "safest of stolid sciences" and so eschew
the oldest books, the deepest oceans, the widest expanses of space, time,
and surface area extant, realities begging brave examination as all
the graph-lines measured by that less than sentient science go vertical
As Paul Kimball recently and presciently wrote... "...time to move on into
the 21st Century." The aforementioned graph-lines do seem to suggest a
concrescence of 'singularity' quickly approaching... better we try to
grok it while we can?
It compels more attention, I suspect, than is provided for by an
irrelevant and outmoded status quo typified by the bolded above.