Frank Feschino lives my friend! Remember him as you pretend you took no sides when he disclosed... his tale to us on Errol's show. Invited, he just tells the story. There is no reward or glory, just a smear by those effused with ignorance which Frank's refused.
Not that he'd expected praise, but he's dismayed at the "disgrace." See, all he did was sift too well the "well raked dust" of Bluebook's "tell." Too, what was told as data's sieved and facts appear we can't forgive? Why, a betrayal of the trust which others missed and won't discuss!
Hauling data, Frank's returned. Sixteen years his search had churned! Too, he's been busy "prosecuting" all the claims dismissed "refuted"!
Still, dismiss him, and the stars, plus all of ones professed regard to hoe the jealous row of science! That lack of which is pseudoscience.
Seems Frank might be, what I sure feel... is the righteous, real deal. Too, there's interest from some principals most agree are more than sensible. Massive data must sustain more truth per drop than's been maintained by specious words or ill campaigns employed to cant considered brains!
Frank's been at this, years, my friend! See, you've the "cant," I would contend. You condemned him without reading, without so much as even thinking! Then lock ranks and shut him out without a thought what he's about!
Too, all because his book was raped, dispatched to an ignoble jape; perverted by an errant press and hacked beyond belief, you've read. Ask Don Ledger who'd contend that "errant press," too, hacked on him!
...Some reactive meme dispatched, to aid pro-active effort's crash? Folks who can't see other venues, the "blinkered fools" without known "menus," these must have it all their way... or make the rest, then, rue their day!
Frank has, frankly, done the work where others, frankly, weren't alert! This must help to open doors obstructed by "convention's" force, a force maintaining world views of niggards wishing mundane news!
Shoot Them Down is called a hoax and mocked, insulted... made a joke, but now it has deserving edit, a second look provokes a credit! Too! Feschino's story's caught the eye of persons more amazed than I!
Though, Frank's accused of a "destruction " a "very silly" contrived "construction "... built to "bring the 'study' down..." already limping and unsound!
But that's a crock, the data's there! This has one by the shortest hair. See, it's in the record no one read! If it's a snake, it's bit! You're dead.
Condon was a liar, hoss, and what's that fare, friend? What's our loss? What would we be if we weren't slaves and faced our future... acted brave?
Too, I... suspect that Frank's sincere, accept his work (oh my... oh dear!), and show that it's not Frank to say... compelling truth! No, that's "Bluebook's" play.
See? Over half the data's there. All had missed the "thread," Mon Frère! Likely blinded by Herr Condon... ill perceived non-truth, the problem: Dick and Jerry, primrose led to be so hard-nosed, and that said? Science fiction is far off... but data driven? That shoe drops.
It won't impede the crushing fact that "Shoot Them Down" was orders, Jack! We would want a saucer bad, so risk a war with "others"! Mad!
Too, it's not like we can't be stupid, addled, brainless… less than lucid, caught within the errant snare that we're "alone," but au contraire!
...Now I don't know what I've found out is truly what it's all about, but I respect what Frank has done... what he's late writ and by the ton! Too, some heavy-weights have waded in? Those who scoffed, prepare your chins!
Friedman, Cox, and Porterfield know the data cited's real. Good and Barker make a case, and Maccabee has interest placed. Responsible, one follows data, the rest is bupkis; zero... nada.
Think! There is more that has been missed if these men think this might exist. If I'm wrong, I'll say "mea culpa", double-slap my face like Culkin, apologize in verse and prose, and say that "you" were on the nose.
I don't believe I'm wrong, at all; convictions "soar and cleave" — my call!
Three generations of serious UFO researchers just missed it; the biggest flap in United States History of which we too faintly or even barely heard. Three generations of "UFO Hunters" from Keyhoe to Kimball, reader, never recognized the fumbled ufological ball! Gray Barker, of all people, got close, but he didn't have Bluebook.
A special thank you is extended to Dr Edward Condon, then, the stealth spook and authoritarian obfurator who had Bluebook and blew it off of needs decidedly niggardly, short sighted, and dangerous. Ignorance always is. Shame Dr. Condon! Shame.
Ask Stanton Friedman... the generation between Keyhoe and Kimball —presuming I'm forgiven this stretch to alliteration— he'll admit he missed it, I'm betting. But presented to him in the data rich manner in which it is offered? He caught this train, reader, shovels coal in the tractor, and officiates at the caboose! Read on.