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Here's everything you need
to know about being captured and probed, sailor.
Last night, the kids and I watched
a tape of Alien Autopsy. They didn't wanna,
but I made 'em.
| Those little bastards from Alpha Centauri pulled me out
of my Saturn (how ironic), stripped me naked, stuck an implant in my ear,
made me have sex with something resembling a large jellyfish, and then
dropped me off two miles from my car (they couldn't stick me right back
next to it?). By the time I got back, I'd been towed, I had a rash
I couldn't explain to my wife, and that frigging implant only picks up
AM.
Abduction update: The aliens returned, and presented unto me the spawn resulting from my encounter with the giant jellyfish. Not only is it goddamn ugly, but it needs braces, and wants to attend private school. Do you know how much that costs? |
| Looky here, it's the Popeil Pocket
Spaceship
Well known fraud Billy Meier, a Scandinavian woven into UFO myth, has been producing films and pictures of UFOs for years. These "beamships" come from the Pleaides, he says. They've allegedly visited him at his farm for decades, taken him on time travel trips, told him all abut the future, helped him predict technological advances, and introduced him to beautiful four hundred year old blondes. Problem is, well, actually, there's LOTS of problems. Here's just a few of the holes in his story:
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Leroy, them Andromedans done stomped the corn ag'in
Despite the veritable horde of old English geeks with bad teeth who've come forward to show how easily they can make crop circles with some rope, two-by-fours, and nothing better to do, a whole lotta lunkheads who never get laid (apparently) keep pointing to the circles as evidence that aliens are trying to tell us something through geometric nonsense, and are just too damn stubborn to come right out and spell it in plain English, Aramaic, or Pig Latin. If I was one of those particular aliens, I'd probably be obscure about it myself. After all, if I'd done that much damage to that many crops, I wouldn't want to carve into the landscape my name and number. Those farmers would probably take me to court, impound my mothership, or garnish some of my profits from the slave trade I have going on Orion.
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| Just to clear up the confusion
some of you may have in classifying visitors from the different galaxies:
Pleiadeans average three-foot-nine in height, with large, smooth heads
and large black eyes, while Andromedans are typically four feet tall, with
large, veiny heads, and they're hung like stallions. The Management
hopes this clarifies the matter.
What would have made these explanations readily available was asking
the aliens themselves. To track the aliens down, all one had to do
was read the credits to find the names of the actors who played them.
Actually, to ask how the family was doing, the same credits listed the
actors who played them as well.
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| Whitley Strieber, an author whose books were starting to disappear from the shelves, conveniently recalled, right about the time his career was also disappearing, that he had been abducted, abused, and routinely razzed by little green men. These conveniently-recalled events resulted in the writing of a book. | ![]() |
Nasal implants? Sorry,
fresh out. How 'bout some Dristan? |
| This book sold well among the weak-minded individuals who are also often the targets of these kinds of events. It was made into a disappointingly lame movie with Christopher Walken. Because there seemed to be a large community (aka market) willing to read more about these things, Strieber cranked out a couple more books. They circulated (nee SOLD) well. This didn't stop him from getting testy, however. | ||
| THEN he recalled being buggered up the kazoo by grey aliens while away at private school. This cross-marketing to the porno/alien market also succeeded, and Whitley, who claims to have a nasal implant but can't quite produce it, has been hitting the talk show circuit. It's quite astounding, this advanced alien technology which allows them to scan for and detect human test subjects who already happen to have literary representation. |
"Hey, somebody get this alien out of my ass!" |
Plenty of other people have reported alien contact while hanging out at Whitley's cabin, where some of the events in Communion reportedly took place. So it sounds like Whitley's running a sort of Alien Encounter weekend package. Instead of unidentifiable transponder devices, the aliens implant mints on the pillows. |
| Whitley ended up taking over a radio show called "Dreamland"
on which he interviews nutcases. He also operates a web site. He has occasionally
been accused of plagiarism, fraud, outright lying, profiteering, obfuscation,
and talking about rectal probes for money. You might want to check
out http://www.rense.com/general30/stmem.htmfor
opinions on his honesty.
Even other nuts think Whitley's nuts. Man, that's just ..... nuts. To be completely fair, here
is the way to Whitley's web site. honesty. April 2005, there's
an interesting article on, no shit, dogs and frogs committing suicide.
I kid you not.
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| The world is full of geniuses
Author Jim Marrs was a guest on Whitley's radio
show, Dreamland, to discuss how the Trilateral Commission
(which
has been identified by militia nutcases as preparing to invade the USA
and take away all the guns, using UN troops, who can't even keep themselves
from being taken hostage by some rinky-dink rebel leader in Sierra Leone)
is the descendant of the Round Table (which
is a French legend imported to England and which never existed) and
the Illuminati. Huh? He also says that modern philosophy came
from the Knights Templar. Well, now. Seems people keep thinking
of the Templars as some weirdo mystic group who were ultimately reinvented
as the Masons. Fact is, the Templars were originally a fighting force
during the Crusades, and became a large lending institution, and were ultimately
disbanded so a few monarchs, especially the king of France, could get out
of paying off their loans. And the Masons, face it, are wannabees.
But I digress.
More compelling evidence from the world at large Whitley at one point posted on his old web site a link to another site full of alien photos. He identified one pic in particular, saying that if it's a fake, it's an excellent fake. Well now, there are maybe five thousand sci-fi movies out there at your local video store that provide examples of excellent fakes. He also posted a series of photos taken by a GOES satellite, appearing to show some object out in space. He dismisses various explanations, without saying where those explanations come from. He says that if this object in question is to be resolved as a "non-ufo," then somebody in the scientific community, specifically the satellite guys, need to explain it. Hmmm. Sounds a little backwards to me. Maybe Whitley needs to explain why it's not just another hunk of space junk. Whitley also seems to like the Rocket Video "Alien Interrogation"
film, supposedly smuggled out of Area 51. It appears to portray an
alien getting the rubber hose treatment, then have a seizure of some sort.
It's grainy, amateurish, and, after a spate of phony films either done
up by computer or by idiots (as with the Alien Autopsy), just plain
ridiculous in both content and timing. But to Whitley, this video
is "shocking and vividly realistic." He says that the figure, if
it's just a special effect, is "very successfully done." Successful?
Actually, Whit old boy, it's a spastic guy in a rubber mask. He also said,
"If this tape is not authentic, then it must have been made by people with
very special inside knowledge." Inside knowledge of WHAT, rubber masks?
What the hell did he just say? Whitley says that "the visitors" (as he calls them) aren't hostile. He says that when he sees them up close, "they appear almost like gentle little forest creatures from some enchanted woods." So now, when you want to declare that something is a fact, you can ask, "Is the Pope Catholic?" OR "Do aliens shit in the woods?" Whitley claims that he's being discredited, and he thinks the conspiracy to do so was spawned by the Air Force Office of Special Investigations. Assuming that such an office exists and that they have the foggiest clue who he is, perhaps he should wear a little hat made of aluminum foil to keep them from eavesdropping on his thoughts. Whitley says now that crop circles are still unexplained, and that they're not made by drunks using boards to push down plants, and that the circles are made by a process which actually changes the cells of the plants. Well, kinda. The cells are changed, indeed. They're squished by drunks with boards. Whitley says that when the New York Times published photos of an auction
of the belongings of the loonies from Heaven's Gate, who all cut off their
balls and committed suicide in order to gain entrance to the Mothership
that would take them to Barneyland or some other magical place, the photos
showed two of his books. Whitley interprets this as the paper implying
his work helped cause their deaths. Actually, I think it only implies
that they were weak-minded idiots who read crap.
When the Coming Global Superstorm hits, will I get water in my basement again? Whitley co-authored, along with noted conspiracy booby Art Bell, a book, titled The Coming Global Superstorm. It's touted as fact, or at least speculation, but reads like fiction, and it's all about Midwesterners running like hell from blizzards, clogging the highways heading south. Prior to its release, Whitley speculated that he'd be lambasted in the press for it, as he was for his previous writings about aliens, or "visitors." He says that his book "Communion" is a book of questions. Actually, it's a book about being harassed in his cottage by weird short guys and strange lights. Whitley goes on to say that the press deliberately avoided reviewing his book Confirmation because it was dangerous, in that it presented evidence of, I dunno, something. Maybe the sparse reviews had something to do with the fact that he writes crap. I don't know, I'm only speculating, of course. Anyway, Whitley ended up subbing for Bell on Bell's wacko call-in show,
Dreamland.
It's broadcast normally from the middle of Nevada, where the Superstorm
will run into higher temperatures and house odds.
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Return to Earth Whitley Strieber says that between 1989 and 1994, he was regularly visited by some, uh, visitor, almost daily. He and his wife couldn't see this visitor, but they were sure he was there. He snuck up on Whitley from behind a lot, and if Whitley tried to turn around to see him, the guy would disappear. This alien nuisance would bug the hell out of Whitley about his fidelity to his wife, and this would get Whitley awfully darn mad, since he considers himself quite faithful. Y'know, you'd think, if this guy could pop in and out daily, and invisibly, he'd already know that Whitley wasn't screwing around. These damn intergalatic marriage counselors and their phony degrees from Uranus U. After having to dump his beloved alien visitation cabin due to financial distress, Whitley split for San Antonio. In April of '99, he awoke to find a terrified Asian man next to his bed. Well, of COURSE he was terrified. He was probably eating noodles in Shanghai one minute, then abducted, whisked across the world, and beamed into a bad writer's bedroom the next minute. Whitley doesn't bother finishing the story and explaining what happened with the Asian guy. Did he get on a plane? Did he beam back out? Did Whitley call him a cab? We don't know, cuz Whitley doesn't say. About a month later, three mysterious figures entered Whitley's house, again at night. Whitley, at this point, is a fool for not installing an alarm, or at least a deadbolt. Anyway, he fought them, and during the struggle, he awoke his wife, who decided to go to the bathroom. Perhaps she thought she could arm herself with air freshener to drive off the alien invaders, or at least get the smell out of her husband's career. Whitley says that we are all on a spaceship that
is running out of supplies, meaning that we are squandering Earth's precious
resources. I do not fear this dark future. My wife stocks up
on fifteen of everything, and I mean everything. We
have eleven boxes of cake mix, for example. Do you
have that much cake mix in your pantry? We also have three boxes
of Pepperidge Farms apple turnovers. I tell ya, I really like
those things.
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The vast emptiness of Space and
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NBC presented an overly-long special about UFO's, abductees, implants,
"physical evidence," and other flotsam of the nuclear age. Whitley helped
produce this nonsense. Part of the special dealt with surgery to have an
implant removed from a man's hand. It looks like a little rock, ,but they
can't identify the substance!
Whitley also had such surgery. The story goes that the thing actually moved away from the doctor's scalpel to avoid being taken out. That darn thing is still in there. I believe this advanced device is the mechanism that makes a little cash register noise in Whitley's ear each time one of his abduction books sells. |
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Anyhoo, the special really said nothing new about the phenomena, but did provide a few new stories that sounded like a lot of the old ones. There was also more hoax UFO footage. At the end, they finally got down to the root of the matter: you can call and order a special edition of the NBC special, with bonus footage that isn't described in any fashion, as well as a tee shirt. What's the deal, Whitley, no keychains? Whitley has stated on his web site that "the public is neither stupid nor gullible." And yet the success of his work proves otherwise every single day. |
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Commerce works in mysterious ways In February 1998, a UFO showed up while Whitley Strieber was on the beach in Gulf Breeze, Florida for a photo shoot with some UFO witnesses. This was supposedly for an article intended for Life Magazine. To quote, "the article was cancelled (of course)" but while he was there, a UFO showed up! The article was cancelled, of course. See, it's those pesky Men In Black, trying to keep the truth out of the mainstream media. Actually, I've been visited by them as well, but they were in my case Men In Tweed,, with the little patches at the elbows. It's a lucky thing that he spotted real UFO's in Gulf Breeze, since the whole GB thing has largely been found to be a hoax. The pictures taken there are the most sorry-assed excuses for flying saucer photos ever. Somebody even found one of the models used for the pics. It resembles a tacky reading lamp. Even an episode of The X-Files, that darling of the conspiracy set, made mention of Gulf Breeze as a hoax. But hey, Whitley got to see REAL ones there. Hooray! |
Goodness, Mulder, look here, I've found some paper clips and a shoestring
Creature FX guy Rick Lazzarini, on the newsgroup sci.skeptic, had this to say about such claims: " Now who in their right mind would say that these are altered human corpses? That is patently ridiculous. I have seen the photos, and believe me, the 'aliens' are dummies easily constructed by any competent makeup FX house."
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| Whitley's latest word
on the subject is it may still be a legit film, and he says that the "being"
in the autopsy has "facial features [which] are those of a human being
with a profound deformity." Actually, it's a dummy, and movies feature
dummies all the time with more human-looking features than that in the
autopsy film. It's called, hmmm, what's that term again ..... oh,
yeah, special effects. And in this case, crappy ones.
Either Whitley is really that naive that he can't spot a fake, thirty seconds into the lamest hoax ever perpetrated, or he's toying with the morons who hit his site. Just a few more notes about the Alien Autopsy ..... the defenders of this tripe will tell you, it would have cost a fortune to fake it. Well, to date, over two dozen different special effects companies have done just that, either as advertising of their abilities, or because they were paid by TV shows. And one of the aims is always to do it as cheaply as possible, to show that it would not have cost a fortune to fake the first one. One company did it for under $2000. Another couple have been done that were far better than the Santillli film, and they cost well under $100,000. Santilli made far more than that selling the footage. For a really funny moment, check out the part when the brain is removed. The head starts literally bouncing, and the assistant quickly grabs it, to stop the motion. Rubber head, perhaps? Despite Santilli's claims, no piece of the autopsy film has ever been verified for age by Kodak. Some pieces of old film were in fact provided to experts to verify, but they show interiors, and nothing to do with the autopsy. Another point ..... if this stuff was for real, it would have been a journalistic event, and picked apart by experts endlessly. Instead, it was all part of a massive money-making scheme. Again, if you took more than a minute to figure out this was fake, you're an idiot. For just a few examples of these recreations, check out http://www.trudang.com/autopsy/autrecra.html . And for some expert opinions, check outhttp://www.trudang.com/autopsy/autquote.html . |
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| Whitley Strieber also claims to have "mysteriously fused
vertebrae" in his neck. So do I. I had a procedure known as a laminectomy,
in which a slipped disk was yanked out and replaced by a piece of bone
from my hip (so that it all fuses together), and held in place with a titanium
plate. So now I have the same fused vertebrae, PLUS a titanium implant!
If this qualifies me as an abductee, I should be able to get into the next
Dr.
Who convention for half-price. Such a deal !
December 2001: In an article titled "Christmas Joy: Mankind is Awakening," Whitley describes his very frightening rectal probe. Just in time for the holidays. You MUST check out this site : www.stopabductions.com . It describes the thought screen helmet, an interesting piece of headgear which will supposedly stop aliens from using telepathy to control and abduct unsuspecting rednecks. This site contains photos of people modeling the helmet, a picture of a dead alien, testimonials from happy thought screen helmet customers, and so on. On first glance,you'd sweat this must be a parody site, but it seems almost too serious. |
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Quick, beam me up some cash, Scotty!Things in fact got bad at the Whitley Strieber ranch. He and his wife shut down their foundation for researching whatever it is they want to research. They received only roughly $200 in reader donations, and felt there was "zero interest" in their work. Despite having (as it says on his website) multiple million-copy best-sellers, he and his wife couldn't afford secretarial help. If you have ever been abducted, or plan on it in the near future, please start saving aluminum cans for them.September '99 update: Whitley had to dump his cabin, where all those
wonderful visitations took place. He has moved to Texas. Imagine
the poor slob who bought his joint back in New York, only to find it's
got pesky aliens creeping around. Put down some sticky paper, or
tie some pie tins on some string around the outside! That'll keep
the little bastards away!
Gee, I dunno, I just can't recallWhitley seems to have immersed himself in the whole debate over repressed memory. He's taken to offering his critiques of books that either boost or deflate the theories surrounding traumatic amnesia. So he's sticking his nose into an issue usually associated with repression of sexual abuse, only he's applying it to the zany world of alien abduction.
Predicting the immediate future Whitley also previously hosted the compiled works of George Filer, from MUFON. He includes in one of his famous files the story of Patricia Mundorf of Phoenix, Arizona, who, "strangely enough," predicted the '98 air strike on Iraq three hours before it was ordered by Clinton. This prediction came via an apparition of the Virgin Mary. Actually, the same thing happened to me. I actually predicted the air strike even earlier than three hours. It came to me via an apparition of CNN. March '99, Filer reports on the alien abduction of an elk in Washington state. Filer also speculates that because of the similarities in the UFO description and the whole animal tie-in, this might be what Ezekiel describes in the Bible. So, y'see, this has been documented on an ongoing basis. So there.
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| The Face of Silliness
Another bit of evidence Whitley likes to point to in making his case for ET's is the so-called Face on Mars (see right). There in fact appear to be various pyramids, diamonds, pentagons, and green clover formations on Mars as well. IN FACT, NASA scientists have also spotted a formation that looks an awful damn lot like Kermit the Frog. Could the ancient Martians in fact have been the inspiration for the Muppets? Were they also perhaps the models for the Nephilim, often mentioned in the Bible? Might they even now be secretly stealing the buttholes out of cows, rednecks out of their pickups, socks from dryers, the taste out of Jewish cooking? |
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| This whole situation gets even more complicated when you add to the argument the face found on Pluto (see right). Not the planet, but Mickey Mouse's dog. The face is actually carved into his little doggie ass. Compare this with the one on Mars, and you start wondering, is NASA hiding something? | ![]() |
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Roswell, marijuana, Y2K, and the web have conspired to bring us a whole new generation of wackos who claim to have a direct link to the stars. They've invented a number of bizarro names for their astral contacts, most of which sound like they came from an Edgar Cayce or Isaac Asimov book. The difference between the two, of course, being that, well, YOU know. Here I will list for you, as
they become apparent or as I stumble across them OR as they send me hate
mail, the myriad fruit salads who have access to a keyboard and those 250
free hours AOL keeps giving away for the benefit of the light-headed.
A great place to hang out for laughs is the usenet. Specifically,
the newsgroups alt.alien.visitors, alt.alien.research (like there's any
research going on), and alt.paranet.ufo. In the latter group in spring
2001, I came across this amazing post (reproduced here without edits):
Unfortunately, there are lots of this kind of post. My reply to this post was not all that kind, and it started a brief (three week) flame war. But hey, if you can type 70 words a minute and are a supporter of the Reading is Fundamental program, it's a great exercise.
I've got loonies coming out of my Ashtar Now, on with the kooks......
He also seemed to not know that Uri Geller was exposed as a fraud over twenty years ago, and ridiculed skeptics who believe in that nasty little thing called "evidence." He thought that New Mexico was near the equator, and pointed to a reastaurant's website as evidence of aliens. Everything with him was "paranormal." Paranormal aliens riding on paranormal UFO's built the paranormal pyramid. What the hell's a paranormal alien? He also had a page soliciting a "paranormal girlfriend," and admitted that a lot of the girls in his town thought he was a freak for his beliefs. Imagine that. And some time back, when planning to have oral surgery, he "pre-announced" his temporary usenet absence, as if to stem the anticipated flood of concerned email. "Where are you, Flagship? We haven't seen you posting about yourself in the third person for a while, have the aliens abducted you?" Of course, then he met someone online and started pursuing his new love interest. And for some bizarre reason, he does screen captures of other people's web sites and posts them without explanation. I dunno, I think this kid needs a good beating, maybe. http://mcrais.googlepages.com/control.htm
claims to have a good idea about who's doing all those abductions and mind
control experiments that the rest of us aren't even sure are taking place.
All I know is, it the worst-written and ugliest site ever.
The chosen font was HIDEOUS. Apparently enough people got headaches
reading it that they complained and it was changed. Important
note: This site contains copyrighted information from a book
by Martin Cannon. Martin himself has since disavowed this book, which
is over ten years old, and has pinged people's ISP's to get them to quit
reposting his stuff.
And don't forget the Usenet Kooks ..... Ever hung around on the usenet? YOU know, the newsgroups
where people trade porn, talk about their favorite TV shows, and debate
.their favorite conspiracies and UFO theories? Well, there are some
great nutcases on the alien newsgroups (aka NGs). Let's check out
some of the wackiest !!!
Sir Arthur Wholeflaffer. This amazingly strange individual used to post as a Dr. Frager on various newsgroups, dispensing his opinions on the stupidity of women, along with bogus medical advice. He was chased from various forums, in fact, for handing out this medical advice. He was especially virulent in a support newsgroup for sufferers of Attention Deficit Disorder. He now mostly dwells in alt.paranet.ufo, alt.alien.visitors, alt.alien.research, and alt.conspiracy. He posts REAMS of material he pulls from various sources, some of it merely transcripts from old TV shows, and presents this material as "proof" of the "alien presence" and of a horde of government conspiracies. Sir Art claims that the feds are hiding all manner of downed UFOs, that they are reverse-engineering alien craft, and that there's an alien-hybrid program going on, creating half-human, half-alien species every hour on the hour. Art thinks that George W. Bush is responsible for the attacks of 9/11, and that the aliens are somehow involved. Whenever pressed for evidence of all his preposterous claims, Art says that's he's posted evidence many times, and that the complaining party merely has to look it up. But extensive google searches turn up no such thing. Anyone who disagrees with him, and that's pretty much every single other party in the groups, is accused of being a "psychological operative" or gummint spook. In spring 2002, Holeflapper posted a nasty bit of dreck recounting the hypothetical abduction and torture of an eleven year old girl. WHY, nobody knows. But rather a low point for an otherwise harmless kook. Art is also enamored of our next usenet
denizen, Dicckk, a thing Art refers to as "The Prophet."
Diccccckkkkkk. Also often referred to as "Flyspecks." You can always spot Dicckk, as he spells it, by the headers in his messages, which invariably originate from erols.com. He's posted under many, many guises over the last few years, the most loathsome of which was a gay man in New York City, which is where he says he lives. He claimed all manner of odd alien contact, and was obsessed with the abduction aspects of the subject. Anyone who asked for evidence or told him he was nuts was subjected to a stream of vulgarity and accusation of, you guessed it, being in government employ. Dicckk denied posting some very blatant gay sexual material on the net, until finally cornered with google archives. Then he said a relative living with him had done it, not understanding that this was not only transparent, but hey, legally, if his relative did anything illegal while using his box, he'd be liable. That's the way it works. Meantime, when someone sussed out what they believed to be his real name, Richard Bettis, he claimed that was wrong, and that he had actually been using the name of his nephew, whom he claimed to like a great deal. Nice uncle, posting the most virulent attacks and tagging them with the name of a loved relative. Anyway, that was probably bullsh-t too. Next, he claimed to be his own nephew posting, and that Dicckk was dying/dead. But he popped up a few months later with another identity, and when presented with proof of his true identity, he finally 'fessed up. Art calls Dicckk The Prophet,
since Art thinks that Dicckk somehow predicted the terrorist attacks in
NYC. Unfortunately, Dicckk predicted absolutely nothing. Great
Dicckk quote: "Reading makes me groggy and puts me to sleep, and I have
done very little reading."
Alexa Cameron. This is another gummint-conspiracy theorist. She says that there's a UFO buried at Area 51, that she used to be employed by the Department of Defense, and that she's been spied on for a long time by gummint-paid remote viewers, for her inside knowledge of the CIA, NSA, and FBI. She also claims she fell in love with a remote viewer, that her ex-husband was abducted and screwed up from the experience, and that she has a new love. Oh, how nice. She says she's the "only civilian" posting on usenet, that everyone else is a paid disinformation agent. Alexa has used all manner of identities : Andrea, Reandrea, Agent, Bunnie, B. Woods, Jimmi G, Congratulations, Researched and Confirmed, Lil G, and a host of others. There was also some other nonsense about the gummint holding her boyfriend hostage, and she was on hunger strike until they let him go. She plays out this long-winded psychic romance thing with usenet as an audience. This is a very pathetic situation. But amusing. When an amiable person in the groups wished everyone a happy Memorial Day and urged them to remember our fallen veterans, Alexa called those veterans "dumb shits" for sacrificing their lives solely to make weapons manufacturers rich. She was roundly chastised by many, to say the least. And when another regular poster made a reference to "the Village" from the old TV show The Prisoner, she urged him to reveal what "the Village" was all about and who ran it, as if it was part of her giant conspiracy, not realizing it was from a TV show. May 2002: Alexa posted as "Leda Chaney," describing herself as morbidly obese and psychotic, talking about Alexa in the third person and even insulting herself. She has promised several times to leave usenet, that she was going on hunger strike, she was leaving because she was getting married, and that her "mission is over," whatever that mission might be. But always, always she came back. June 2002: Afer multiple people complained to her ISP about her massive spamming campaigns, including multiple occasions during which she posted more than 100 times in a single day (and on one memorable evening, 100 times in 45 minutes !!!), she disappeared. Properly spanked, she curtailed her spamming upon her return. She then came up with the interesting theory that aliens mutilate cattle because the aliens are not living beings but rather "bio-machines" and that they rub the dead cow goop over themselves in order to live. She also said that millions of people share the opinion that aliens lie to humans. Hmmm. Millions of people don't have any opinion at all on aliens, and aren't even sure they exist. Hmmm. July 2002: After being warned, Alexa continued to post copyrighted material, so her victim, who had already gotten other offending websites shut down, went to her ISP. Suddenly, she was a good girl. And then she wasn't. But she did go on another spamming rampage, reposting over and over the same message, either in the subject line or the body, "NSA/ECHELON and their remote viewers knew what bin Laden was about to do and did nothihing to save all those people who died." Or some such variant. In other words, look at me, I'm a nutcase, but now I'm going to look like I'm performing a public service by pointing out the vast conspiracy. She also in this period claimed to have killfiled a number of people, but replied to their posts anyway. Nothing she's ever said has been logical or truthful. August 2002: Alexa claimed to be her own ex-husband, saying that she
had been brainwashed by aliens and/or the gummint. Kinda strange,
because posting as herself, she had said the same thing about her husband.
What a mess.
Robert McElwaine. Every few weeks or so, Robert posts a "Galactic Federation Update" in the UFO groups in which he claims to be channeling some stuff from Sirius. There are plans afoot, revelations only days away, preparations being made, yada yada, and all will be shown to us poor Earthlings. It's always just around the corner. There are ships floating around out there, evil plans being thwarted, and we're all in good hands. His website, The Planetary Activation Organization at http://www.paoweb.com , offers books and audio tapes galore. How convenient. How potentially profitable. It's just unfortunate that this fleet is so goddamn SLOW. One highly interesting aspect of this wacky website is its detailed descriptions of different types of aliens. They're all either "humanoid" or resemble Earth-based mammals, such as horses. One group is the "League of Orion," which is a little funky, considering that if you're on a distant planet, you can't tell that, from the perspective of another planet far away, your own planet may appear to be the outline of a picture (constellation) and would be named for a mythical being. So why would you name yourselves after that? Oh well, guess we're not meant to understand. Same goes for the "Centaurians," the "Pegasians," and the Parrothead People. Oh yeah, didn't you know? All Jimmy Buffett fans are from f___g Pluto.
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Snack food, that's what it is. That's why the aliens need all those asses they keep coring out of all those cows during those infamous mutilations. They put those cow anuses on crackers and serve them at their wacky Venusian hoedowns. Occasionally they end up with one of those mad cows, and everybody gets pretty messed up. Beam down some dip, Scotty ! |
This way to the Planet of Bad Attitudes (and correct opinions).