Archive for September, 2010
The photo above is another wonder of Northern California, taken on the Ancient Bristlecone trail in the White Mountains near Lone Pine, CA.
A lot of heavy weather has been made recently about some kind of crash north of Fresno by a supposed triangular craft that MUFON Investigator Jeffrey Gonzalez has somehow apparently tied to a secret military underground base near the Fresno airport….Whatever the case, it all seems a mishmash of wishful thinking and amateur sleuthism by those crazy cats at the Sanger Paranormal Society who are probably angling for their own reality show coming this fall! (BTW, that is a bad-ass van those dudes got!)
Below is the first of five youtube vids which I watched bits and pieces of, and didn’t really find all that compelling. The first of which finds Jeffrey G. hauling ass in his badass paranormal investigator van up into the hills north of Fresno, while interviewing some “skywatcher” witnesses which you can barely make out what they’re saying. Other clips include blurry and indistinct video cam shots of lights in the distance that Jeffrey interprets as some sort of operation to remove the super secret craft by dismantling it. Sounds reasonable enough, I guess…The only thing missing is a psychic to channel the dead aliens that died in the collision. Enjoy!
The first (and last) time I voted in a Presidential election was the 1980 race pitting Carter against Reagan. As election day drew near, I was flipping through the local newspaper one evening when I came across an article about a guy running for the presidency on ‘The Flying Saucer Ticket’ by the name of Allen Michael, who claimed to be in touch with the Saucer People, and if elected would save us – with the help of his alien friends, of course – from nuclear annihilation. He also promised a flying saucer in every garage. (No, not really, heh-heh.) Mr. Michaels resembled a cross between Yul Brynner and Mr. Spock, with his bald, shining head and somewhat unearthly features. On election night, my friend Badkins and I decided it was time to act. If the planet was going to be saved, it was up to us to cast the deciding vote.
Actually, ’The Ticket’ Michaels was running on wasn’t actually called ‘The Flying Saucer Ticket’, and I don’t remember exactly what party he was representing, but in order to be able to vote for him we needed to secure this information. And that’s exactly what he did, by dialing directory assistance, who gave us the number of The Universal Industrial Church, which the aforementioned newspaper article said Michaels was aligned with, being its pastor or holding somesuch title. Badkins phoned this Universal Industrial Church — which as I recall was located somewhere in California — and got some strange sounding humanoid on the other end of the line who passed on the necessary info and wished him God Speed!
Then off to the voting place we went to save humanity, to plant our seeds of universal harmony in the ballot boxes there.