Saturday, April 20, 2019




Take a break from John Ford?
...While he bears his affrightment?
...His memory fading ... 
injustice très strident?
Forget he exists so bereft of his joys
—all the things that he misses...
his possessions and toys?
Ignore his distress,
and forget all his woes...
forget that he suffers cruel "hospital" clothes?

Would that I could... but before I forget?
I think of the watchers—them previously met.
This other records, for a future's long memory,
the regret that we'll feel. I'll bet it's compulsory!

Part One
...Before the sun rose up this morning,
the first in many days,
the pre-dawn air was crystal clear...
the kind of sky that pays.
But I only saw one aircraft,
no peculiar points of light...
I'm distracted by more thoughts: John Ford—
his god-forsaken plight.

Darkness gathers overhead;
the moon's in full-on leer.
It's gibbousness is mocking all our madness
... loathing ... fear.
...And I saw the threat just hanging there,
a sword of Damocles,
and I knew at once the bravest 
can be brought to fearful knees.

...A siren in the distance 
wasn't shooting harmless blanks. 
Its piercing wail sought blood in chase! 
I shuddered, I'll be frank. 
See, with all our systems suspect 
(...what's in the "mainstream" news?), 
the cops and courts and black-ops corps 
should give us ALL the blues!

Part Two
The sun came up at last, thank fate, 
and I was there to see... 
...a *golden dawn* discounted, friend, 
by those who see it free
...The simplest thing for granted, 
like water from the tap ... 
where you control the water flow, 
or smell a puppy on your lap. 
To stroll outside to your back yard 
—they cannot take it from you— 
to feel the trees, the frozen ground 
...see squirrels run around you?

A cloudless sky, your vision flies 
...lost in the "grand forever"
... you think it's right that this not stop 
—that nothing hurts you—ever! 
The cold air nips and numbs your nose, 
your breath is misted smoke, 
a chuckle made remembering... 
something clever, or a joke...

...Something to feel good about 
—"No worries," Aussies say! 
A promise from infinity 
to begin, exciting days. 
...Feeling good with honor 
is that heaven here on Earth... 
...that we scrabble and compete for, yes, 
from every squalid birth.

Part Three

All John has is honor; 
he's taken such a hit. 
I'd be beyond depression in their *mal-affected* pit
The sun not on my face, 
drugs and orders from nurse *Ratched*
I think I really would go nuts; 
and then I know I'd catch it
I hope I'm spared attention 
from that psychopathic lord... 
who's engineered confinement 
for the gad-fly Johnny Ford. 
Because *noticed* by this psychopath, 
then plagued by cruel devises? 
...You'd let me suffer unjust clutches 
and ignore my unjust crisis! 
I'd speak for you—it doesn't matter— 
you couldn't be less anguished; 
you'd leave me my confinement... 
let me suffer as I languished...

It's not completely altruistic, see. 
You do this for yourself
You'd want someone to speak for you 
as you suffered, robbed of *self*. 
So I'll bleed a bit for "Johnny", 
'cause I'd want it done for me. 
He who stopped a *bullet* 
so's we'd lose OUR scales... and see.

...Portends the close of this "John Ford consciousness raising" iteration, the fifth in twenty years... I know I have at least one more in me ... until we hear something new, then?
...But every appropriate piece I write, mentioned or not, is an apology—read, explanation—of our witless and obscene treatment of John Ford. This ongoing reminder of Ford's travail is deserved until John Ford IS restored? Without doubt.
Remember, plainly, the accuser in this toxic affair—the late John Powell—is the cited guilty one! He was even convicted, subsequently, for a similar criminal conspiracy wholly trumped up for Ford!  The, ironically, still incarcerated John Ford, on the other hand, is personified as an unblemished record, perfect in every detail!! He proves to be supportably imbued with a staid community pillar-ship... A freaking saint in comparison to Powell ... an innocence framed and railroaded to protect a criminal elite extant for DECADES, reader! This writer says true! The reader must suspect same!
Great suffering and most barragrugous ZOT, brothers and sisters, if you've gotten this far!
...Besides! Suffolk County, reader! Suffolk County! ...A prime focus for all manner of crimes, grafts, and chicaneries so abundant and for so long... ...citation is in no way required
This is forgetting that documentations of weirdnesses expressed locally are so extreme and bizarre that UFOs, riddling Suffolk County history themselves for those same decades, are only part of the mix in an aggregate weirdness of the County... More Truth!
...Anything can happen, anywhere. If you told me many years ago that I would later be vigorously defending two conservative Republicans (even as I lived to regret one of them), and once thinking about throwing support to a third ( Ms. Barwood of Arizona fame), I would almost certainly have been piqued and irritated. So you see, anything CAN happen. I digress.
Over the years, many of you have "advised" me that I detract from myself with this series on Ford. That I court "wackodom" defending wackos! 
Christ on crutches people, how could the point be so completely missed? This is not about me; that I cheapen myself, prosecute a similar madness of my own, or even supply the reader a reason not to read what I have written! This is simply just not the issue.
This is not about me being read, or taken seriously. This is not about me one whit or particle. The closest this gets to being about me is that it is about you, actually, reader—you the individual. 
This is about your [our] freedom to think, learn, and love in a universe that you [we] take personal responsibility for. This is about your [our] personal efficacy and your [our] freedom to belong to, constructively achieve, and ethically influence a REAL world we build out of the senseless chaos around us! This is about our freedom to demand that the greatest are held to the same standards of accountability that you are. This is about a level playing field where everyone pays their fair share in a search to discover that... "truth that is out there."
...Your concern for same. It's about you.  I'm only one of you, see.  Only... I'm your albatross.  I will rot and stink around your neck until... until? Restore John Ford!
Yeah... I rave. I'm moved, no, driven to it!
Early last century, Nazi Germany started to round up the "trouble-makers," people a lot like you. It started slow as the Nazis first tested the ethical waters, employing their euthanisms of murderous neo-Darwinism gingerly... ...actually, what *Amerika* had prosecuted for "four score and seven years" with their own indigenous peoples... peoples used as a ready model and "proof of concept" by Hitler... that hurts, eh?
Hitler followed the example of the United States with regard to liquidating human populations... he thought we were on his BEAM! ...Wow!
Was he right?
The Nazis were emboldened when an ignorant population chose to believe the skillful propagandas, turned their eyes away from the abject horror, called it something noble even... and then let it all slide to an eager and grasping perdition of progressive pogrom-ery! As a consequence, the world slid as close to the lip of forthright hell as it probably ever had... do we court it again just now? A necessary digression.
...Presently we contrive to glide even closer to that lip. Its edge begins to crumble beneath our "made in China" skates...
...Even "Tailgunner" Joe McCarthy is defended by the pundit neo-elite, reader, along with a somewhat less than perspicacious POTUS... The progressive out-of-the-box-thinker, the individual interested in the general "rising and advancing" effort to deal with the fast-approaching future? Yourself, perhaps? 

...Suffocated from the bully pulpits of an unelected leadership who prefers to ignore, even facilitate, our inflicted problems with an exploding population... to cultivate same. I say true!
Why and how?
See... in an exploding population of individuals, there is a diminishing measure of respect required to parse out to each bothersome one. That's the real reason nothing is ever seriously done, for all the terrifying warnings of educated people (our finest minds, reader...) about the very well recognized "over-population problem."
The man, one comes to find, does not want to have to respect the individual, overmuch; it costs too much. The "man" wants to have his choice of individuals from which to choose, and then unethically manipulate those individuals with that choice!
Individuals, as a result, have to be ... the *right kind* of individuals ... ultimately coercible and breakable ones. Which is to say... not individual at all...
The privileged arbitrary can pick and choose between the most malleable persons, set them against one another, codify and inculcate that behavior as healthy "competition"... ...when this couldn't be further from the truth... based, as it is, on rank disrespect of the individual from the start.
...And that is why we are overpopulated. It's desired! It's the PLAN! ...Can you dig that? Outrage is not enough, reader!
Oh, it's ok to be *kooky* new age, crystal squeezing, or channeling the spirits of boo-jum, ...whatever blows the individual's *spiritual* dress up... just as long as you don't ask real questions and then get STRIDENT as hell with the *authorities* (read "authoritarians") if you think you're getting "shined on"... that which you so very righteously criticize! 
Did our John Ford test the outer edge of some *un-elected* Suffolk county envelope of serial sociopathy, criminality, and evil?
Most likely. ...And showed us all something in the bargain:
When you, seriously, contrive to look for the *real deal*? The 'man' starts bringing out his social hammers and his static nails. There is no amount of due process or equality under the law to save you from those who command the houses where those laws are codified and employed.
John Ford became a distraction, a lawfully stinging gad-fly in their ointment, and he's being unjustly hammered for it. Lastly, and significantly, there, but for the grace of your jealous God, go you.
As postscript, to qualify as a TRUE psychopath? One must be, by definition, NOT crazy! Bet you thought it was the inverse …consider the implications of THAT, reader! Who's the psychopath?
Look in a mirror. As I point out in the preceding link, he might be there.
Gods and devils ... priests and "installed" Presidents—be gone! Get you from the world's face! You can no longer be afforded! You cause more problems than you solve. The trust seemingly EXISTS for you to betray it, Sir and Madam.  Not so! Rather, save yourself; save us all!
Restore John Ford.

Friday, April 05, 2019

That "Flatwoods Monster"... 2 of 3

There was no doubt in a very highly respected
Ivan T. Sanderson's mind...

That "Flatwoods Monster"

... 2 of 3
by Alfred Lehmberg

The nonfiction treatment continued here is a series very much interrupted by the bruhaha, a result of that intellectually obscene Project Bluebook "program" via the History Channel... We resume with the Flatwoods story back in public attention... and even on the Richard Dolan program in a series of programs...


Before:  Flatwoods, a different kind of UFO case. The summer of saucers. We The People!

A. Lee Stewart 

Some back-story regarding the famous 1952 drawing of the so-called "monster" is in order. The aforementioned figure, that illustration for a hit TV show We The People the reader discovers, was inaccurately and so more dismissively portrayed at the start and for better than half a century... until Feschino, our intrepid and highly trained near-forensic illustrator, became involved. Truth revealed.

During his investigation into the Flatwoods incident beginning back in 1991, and after a long hard slog to win the trust of journalistically betrayed witnesses and humiliatedso outraged—locals, Feschino worked closely with many of the persons actually involved in the incident, first hand. He communicated substantially with the predominately witnessing May family among many others. 

These included A. Lee Stewart, Jr., first responding co-owner/reporter of the Braxton Democrat newspaper, and Colonel Dale Leavitt, a "decorated hero of WWII" commanding the West Virginia National Guard in 1952. The Guard was called out a result of the Flatwoods affair. Quite a reaction for the performance of some hillbilly kids spooked in those same hills, one might wonder.

The reader is reminded that Feschino talked with, otherwise interviewed, and visually recorded the testimonies of first-hand witnesses, only typified by matriarch Mrs. Kathleen May and her sons Freddie and Edward. This would happen, usually unpleasantly, numerous times over the years with regard to their close encounter with the "Flatwoods Monster."  

Feschino also worked with and later videotaped Stewart at his home in North Carolina over a period of days.  Additionally, Feschino talked to, taping for the record, Colonel Dale Leavitt on the Fisher Farm in Flatwoods about his substantive involvement in the case.

The Commander of the West Virginia National Guard.

The Colonel has an interesting story. He had actually become involved in the incident after receiving a call from the Air Force on the 12th, that fateful night in question.  He had been ordered to the encounter site with a near battalion of troops carrying everything from boats to bazookas! Does this sound a little more involved than mere alleged crowd control for thousands of curious rubberneckers and thrill seekers?  It was.  More on the Colonel later.

Moving along as there's ground to cover, Feschino then transcribed all of these interviews into his books.  With his permission, I will explain what Kathleen, Freddie, Colonel Leavitt, and Stewart told Feschino about the 1952 TV drawing and the true appearance of the so-called, "Flatwoods Monster."

To begin, the reader will remember—and as previously discovered in Feschino's research—the witnesses, from the beginning, reported that the "monster" was actually mechanical and some sort of a "hovering craft" or "encounter suit"!  It appeared to be a lifting device or system emitting a noxious exhaust gas through long pipes.  This is the description from the start!

Revealed!  The 12-foot-tall figure was NOT a claw waving mountain 'haint wearing a cloaked hood and a pleated dress as depicted on the We the People television show in 1952!

As history records it, the reader discovers that the far-reaching tale of "a giant alien seen in Flatwoods" had gained the attention of an extremely popular television talk show in New York City titled,  We the People. New York!  The curious misdirection had its start there.

Really, yes people, after only five days! New York! Big doings for the time!

On Monday, September 15, 1952, The New York Daily News, reported the eye-catching headline, "The THING, 10 Feet Tall, Terrifies Party of 7." The article described the giant figure as a "10-foot tall 'thing' with the flushed face and green body that 'seemed to glow'." Furthermore, this particular article also gained the attention of Project Blue Book officials at Wright Patterson AFB. They clipped the article and archived it in their "September 12, 1952" case file identified as "Case 2078."

Yes, reader, intelligence officials were keeping close tabs on this incident, which was quickly making national and global headlines and becoming a major focus for the media of the time! Remember, folks, this was the 1952 summer of the saucers!

Shifting gears, in 1996, Feschino talked to A. Lee Stewart, Jr. at his home in North Carolina, as has been reported where the video interview had been taped. It was the first such interview Stewart had done since 1952! Stewart, remaining sharp as a proverbial tack, recounted his considerable participation.

On the night of the incident, Stewart was called by the West Virginia State Police and asked to go to the May home ...on behalf of those police because those State police were unable to get to the area! See, something else, apart from the current story, howsomever related, had the State Police "occupied."  I'll say no more about that other than "cue the ominous music."  

UFOs were in abundance and all over the United States coast to coast and border to border!  The police were, at the same time, "occupied."  The music climaxes!

Back at the ranch, literally, the story continues as Stewart was the first person of officiality and authority to reach the May residence, hard-boil the witnesses, and actually go to the site of the fresh encounter on the Fisher Farm.  On-site, he smelled the sickening sulfur odor, saw the disturbances in the field at the nearby landing site and later found a piece of debris in the form of a melted metallic-like substance. Most strikingly, he saw the fear of the witnesses. Why was Stewart contacted, one might ask. What officiality contacted him? Who gave him his authority?

Stewart, a former Air Force veteran and respected photojournalist in Braxton County, owned a very sophisticated and professional camera for the time, and over the years had received many a call from the area police to accompany them through various accident and crime scenes to take photographs. Additionally, Stewart also broke the event to the Charleston Gazette later that night on September 12, 1952, and was justifiably credited with the whole breaking story.  Mr. Stewart would be tasked and began handling the public relations through his newspaper, the Braxton Democrat which he'd owned in part.  For weeks, he received calls from around the world!

Later, on Tuesday, September 16, 1952, May, Lemon and Stewart were contacted by the top TV media of its time to appear as guests on the program already alluded to and talk about their involvement in the Flatwoods affair.  By mid-week veteran journalist and science writer Everett Clark, who went to Flatwoods to cover the story, met and spoke with Stewart and reported, "He has had 70 or 80 out-of-towners call since that night."

Mr. Clark also met with Mrs. May and reported, "Mrs. May has had more than a hundred phone calls from all over the United States." The story has captured the imagination of the entire globe!

On September 18, 1952, Mrs. May, Eugene Lemon, and A. Lee Stewart were subsequently flown to New York City as guests of the hugely popular TV talk show hosted by Daniel Seymour and stayed at the luxurious Belmont Hotel. That afternoon they were driven to the TV studio for the live broadcast scheduled to air live later that evening.  

It was an extremely intense experience entirely out of the wheelhouse for innocently provincial West Virginians, to say the least.  But then, they'd seen a "monster" and lived to tell the tale.

Before the show, Seymour, his staff, and a sketch artist for the program sat down with May and Lemon, interviewing them pointedly about their experience. They asked them to describe the figure and appearance—some likeness—of the "monster."  The artist "sketched out" the described being on a huge 24x36 inch illustration board—and rather too hastily reader, logically, given major newspaper articles had already preceded the arrival of the party from West Virginia, garnering New York's interest in the first place!  No, the artist sure lost points for not producing what was described in print and person and of which he must have had some prior knowledge!  I suspect that logic may be impeccable.

During one of their interviews, Kathleen May told Feschino, "They just told me they'd like to draw a sketch of it, and Gene [Lemon] and I together had told them what we'd seen, and he [the artist] drew the sketch."

The original rendering resurfacing at last!

Feschino asked, "Why did he draw arms on it then ...because you told me it had antennae?" May answered, 

"I told him that too, but that's what he drew on it. To make it look more like a monster, I guess..."

One must remember that Kathleen May, a high school educated woman of reasonable intelligence and by no means a "hillbilly" (one of the "Nickellsonian" skeptibunky slurs she and her town would learn to endure over time), was still a country gal humbly provincial in a 1952 New York City, New York. ...With everything moving around Kathleen at the speed of sound, relative to her, and most people of the time? She was justifiably intimidated.

See, where she was from, in Flatwoods, with a population of only 300 people and well before the Interstates making travel more effortless, it took her hours of road time to get anywhere at all. Kathleen lived in a mountainous region where even the police sometimes couldn't get, at times, remember. Yes, reader, Kathleen May can be entirely forgiven for letting herself be pushed around by fast-talking New Yorkers, to a degree, with regard to the true likeness of the "monster."  

...A deep Elizabethan bow to the memory of Kathleen May.

The biggest misconception about the "monster," one is reminded, was of its overall appearance being described as cloaked in a dismissively inexplicable cloth garment, wearing a pointed hood and sporting a pleated skirt/dress like a teenage bobbysoxer. This was never the case. 

Besides, reader, where were the rest of the Barbie-doll accessories and accouterments, doting Ken-dolls driving motorless sports cars and living in plastic beach houses? This is sarcasm not uncalled for, reader.  I'll wallow in it, and thanks.

...Sometimes enough's enough, eh? Sometimes it becomes too much!

Hurdles, howsomever unintentional to genuine enlightenment on the broader subjects, especially the highly strange ones, become increasingly tedious and more difficult to bear as this writer ends the summer of his winter...  I digress.

Kathleen May told the artist that the lower portion, "was shaped like drapes" fluted and pleated. She tried to explain and stated, "It came out on the sides.  It flared out." Frank then asked Kathleen directly about its appearance, "Did it look cloth-like or metallic?" She exclaimed, "No! It looked more metallic."

At this point reader, the sketch artist took May's description literally and drew the "monster" in a cloth outfit wearing a dress, rather than the truer likeness, below.

The "Real" Monster!
See, the realistic portrayal of the figure as described to Feschino during his interviews and also described to Stewart back in 1952 was a hovering mechanical device! 

...Posted Monday, September 15, 1952, and, as pointed out above, and preceding the We the People interview (so they should have known)! The Charleston Gazette posted an article containing this information about the accurate description of the "monster." This was obtained by Stewart during his interviews with the witnesses back in Flatwoods.

Then and later corrected to original reportage
in 2002 by Frank Feschino...

This article, "Braxton Monster Left Skid Tracks Where He Landed—(Special to The Gazette)," actually precedes the incorrect portrayal of the TV show "Monster" drawing... by five days! The witnesses gave the actual description regarding the "monster," at the start!  We the People really can't claim ignorance when it was this initial report crossing their interest threshold, initially.

It "...Wore a suit of green armor. Looked like a mechanical man. Had a blood-red face. Sported a black, spade-like cowl which extended a foot or more above its head." Yes, Stewart got it right in his reportage.

Five days later in New York, Kathleen May was trying to describe the pipes to the artist and likened them to the rolling pleats of drapes! The artist drew... drapes.  C'mon! Given the artist must have been provided Stewart's report... the artist could have just phoned that in!

Eyewitness Freddie May told Feschino, "What mother described as the pleats of hanging drapes, were actually tubes running vertically." He added, "They were metal, they were actually metal pipes" and compared them to the thickness of a "fireman's hose." Freddie also told Frank, "I think those tubes were some sort of propulsion system. It was hovering about one-foot off the ground." May also said this of the figure, "It was mechanical; it was not alive.  Maybe inside of the thing—there could have been something alive." May added, "what I saw was either a small spaceship or suit of some kind. ...Something it was wearing.  It was mechanical."

Media then and now? The FCC once had a "fairness doctrine" precluding more of same. We digress...

Off the set, back in the New York studio, the TV sketch artist finished drawing the "Monster" illustration and handed it off to a crew member to be used for the opening of the live TV broadcast show later on. Mr. Seymour had finished talking with May, Lemon, and Stewart off camera, and the crew prepped them for their imminent interviews. Seymour strode out onto the set and took his place at center stage while the three Braxton County residents took their seats on set to begin their presentation.

Daniel Seymour
The live show began moments later when the camera focused on the master of ceremonies, Mr. Daniel Seymour.  There was a hush.

The show opened by setting the scene with a soft narration while the orchestra simultaneously performed soothing background music. Seymour calmly began, ...

"Imagine a scene of the autumn dusk in a lonely and secluded spot, which you reach right after viewing a fiery meteor in the sky.  This is easy to imagine." Suddenly, another camera cut swings us abruptly to the big drawing of the "monster," which was flashed on the screen as the orchestra music turned eerie, intensifying

Seymour, stated, "THIS WAS NOT SO EASY."

Next: History hysterically distorted historically, the cover-up installed, and Charles Lindbergh's military aide demonstrates some real prescience.  

Saturday, March 30, 2019

...One Of You...

Your silence, as it always is, 
is bodeful. Sad, and harsh!  
...Presume provoked? My outrage,
on this road that we must march. 
That point in graceless dissonance, though? 
John Ford is dissed—forgotten
His plight's ignored, dismissed, and damned— 
compassion's misbegotten.

...And he really could be one of you; 
you'd wish that you were missed. 
The measure I'm correct it's found... 
to match how much you're pissed.

...Too, you miss the point forgetting John... 
...too easily—you do
Not as pretty as Whit Streiber, 
lived with Mom, so what's construed
He picked up homeless strays, it's said—
...could shed a tear when they had suffered... 
like Ford enduring, sans surcease, 
the hell that he must suffer!

What is it with Ford 
the "authorities" know
Did he play "dirty" politics? 
Does he have "dirty" toes?
A serial killer, if artless and craftless?
...A conspiracy nut-ball? 
...A scapegoat t'was crafted?  

See? It's clear as glass and pealing bells... 
the inverse must be true?  
Ford's stellar reputation?  Well, near perfect!  
He's honest—yes, true blue!

It's because he's Republican 
(which is, yes, très odoriferous!)? 
It's his guns? Or his friends? 
...Assertions he contends... 
or, perhaps, just perhaps?! 
He's just way too obstreperous? 

...Maybe he's unpretty
an "embarrassment" to some? 
You ignore him 'cause he's "nerdy," 
somewhat "addled" or "un-fun"? 
He wore "survivor" cammies ... 
had—and used—*decoder* rings? 
He fell at last to 'Keystone Kops
in the stupidest of stings? 
It's his tin-foil saucer beanie? 
It's an image thing, you think? 
Perhaps plagued with body odor, 
he must reek some stench, but stinks?

...Then it's you not thinking clearly! 
Oh, it's you won't have dissolved... 
...the fabric of that tyranny 
from which you feel absolved!  

Well, you're not absolved or sheltered, 
and forget your "piece of mind"!  
You're next to feel the boot-heel... 
...that John Ford's felt, you'll find.

He's one of us well hoisted 
on petards of dangerous questions! 
A casualty in the search for "truth," 
when sought by Law's suggestion! 
He fought his battle, now lies wounded 
in a dungeon of his enemy— 
while we stand by, our eyes askance, 
ironic, his archenemy...

See, what's gravy for the gander—
and it's John Ford's bird who's steamed— 
will be gravy for your goose, mon frere, 
and it's THEN we'll hear your scream!

…like outraged, insulted, and newly minted Castrati, whining about your human rights, rights to free speech or some such—goose's gravy for the gander? ...A little late then, eh?
John Ford was an innocent—injudiciously perceived and then fulsomely characterized as a lunatic ... he was still only ever if earnestly "tilting at mere windmills."  Yeah, and he knew those windmills were dragons... all the time.
Suffolk County, restore John Ford!

Read on.

Thursday, March 21, 2019

First Insult, Then Comes Injury...

...Just another Flatwoods Reminder, Inc.
"Based on truth!"
First There's Insult, 
Then Comes Injury
by Alfred Lehmberg

Flatwoods, Sandbagged First By MonsterQuest... Then Project Blue Book Bats Some Clean-up.

There's the "injury of insult," and then there's her mirror-twin sister, the "insult of injury." These live in a realm where truth languishes in unnecessary fogs on darkening plains of complacent social indifference and so putting the planet at serious peril. The indifferent and unaware if criminally beguiled play out the consequences of their betrayal, as they are roundly betrayed. 

See, proud lights of incisive intelligence should be shooting up like photonic skyscrapers. Humanity's grasp and reach could be coming together to breathe on the glittering majesty of a 1st Category civilization... truly, a kingdom at hand, truly... 

Though, there is currently only ever that burgeoning threat of existential despair as the imposing unease of our too malleable shared mal-reality contrives to fool and confuse us. This is a mal-reality accessorized with intellectual tyranny and a tragic lack of constructive imagination. It plods off to its Bethlehem to be born... That's the lay of the land.

Consider, a TV was always a wasteland, but it was a wasteland where one could not knowingly communicate an untruth. It couldn't lie and know it. Once, the media had some honor and you could bank on the Evening News. That hasn't occurred this century. 

No, There used to be consequences for lying knowingly on Public airwaves, but Ronald (rhymes with Donald) Reagan killed that FCC doctrine of democratic wisdom in his first two years. "Truthiness" "Officious Propaganda" and "Alternate facts" were the result and resultant soup of the day. Toxic fruit currently rolls far from the toxic media tree alluded to, and verily.

Some fruit of that tree? There's a plethora from which to choose. OK. This writer has a traditional bone to pick with UFO-infomercial TV. We can start there.

Our Television wasteland has never been more sickeningly vast. See, twice burned, hard, on the same issue, I can't see a time when I won't be shy about wasteland corporate TV. The reader may feel the same way.

The latest nasty burn? The HISTORY [snurf-chortle!] Channel's Project Blue Book.  Deception's "weave" is ever to deceive, I say true.

The previous burn on Flatwoods, penultimate to PBB, came as a result of the History [snurf-chortle!] Channel's MonsterQuest episode of March 10th, 2010 featuring Frank Feschino, Stanton Friedman, a first responder to the Flatwoods affair, Fred May, and other witnesses from the stealthily infamous town of Flatwoods, West Virginia. ...And myself, actually.

On that program, I was the bearded fellow, the only bearded fellow, I believe, associated with the Flatwoods segment exclusively. I wore the black UFO Magazine hat. Finally, I was crew, working with the big Helium Camera Balloon and assisting Feschino vis a vis the "sighting" at the "hunter's camp" in a deep forest beside the spring-fed stream

My one spoken line on the program, used apart from where I actually said it was, "Frank, there's a hot spot up there...," or some such... It regarded a remark I'd made about an instrument reading observed in deep forest on an infrared scope we had access to via a MUFON investigation team, also on site. That sound-bite was placed entirely apart from where it occurred and for a different reason, entirely. 

That is not "artistic license." That's unblinking duplicity. That is communicating an untruth. No lipstick for that pig.

...all that said: Folks? You can quote me on the following!

I have no idea what that program was remotely about, at all! It was wholly divorced from any thrust of our conscientious participation... it was a flaccid, disingenuous, and entirely misdirecting distortion regarding what was purported to be "true reporting," and in a presumed sincere documentary? More insult and injury. 

...And Hoo-boy-howdy... note that there's that smell of burnin' pork lard. Pretty acrid.

Why, apart from Joe Nickell (klasskurtxian pork lard and decidedly true to form) I didn't even recognize who was involved in it! The reader may begin to see the clear parallel suggested between this old Monsterquest episode and the current Project Bluebook about the very same Flatwoods affair. 

...Consider, did anyone recognize Dr. Hynek as accurate in the HC's PBB? Anyone? I rest my case.

See, all this is a real irony for me, reader, given I was at Flatwoods, one of three extended personal excursions, for a week during the shooting—and I do mean shooting—of the Flatwoods segment in the earlier MQ program. Moreover, I have an appropriate and professional intimacy with all the principals shown on the MQ Flatwoods segment and have had such for many years, now. It follows I might possess better than a layman's understanding of just what occurred in and around Flatwoods that Indian Summer night in 1952.

Ladies and Gentleman, let me digress to say that, entirely apart from what the Reader saw on a decidedly "flawed" MonsterQuest or wholly "FUBARed" Project Blue Book episode, the following is more likely what occurred on that one startling night in 1952... that one amazing night in Flatwoods, a Flatwoods perhaps touched by the cosmic of a truly unknown unknown! That seems to be at the end of the evidentiary trail, eh?

As already pointed out, remember, and antithetical to most UFO cases? The closer one gets to this case the more substantive it becomes. Existential rabbit hole alert, reader, and deep! or

I remind the HONEST reader that this referenced map and document data is supported by an official Project Bluebook, in the first place, and then timestamped in named Newspaper reportage and first-person witnesses of the time for an impressive second place, in that order of importance. The story hangs neatly on easily connected dots unstretched and abundantly documented.

On investigation, the reader discovers that the History [snurf-chortle] Channel had had the time, opportunity, and all the requisite data it needed to produce a stunning program about the infamous Flatwoods affair in 2010, too. This is a preceding parallel similar that which was produced currently in PBB, and it's a real irony it's Feschino's story the likes of which has never before been seen... likely the problem, eh? "Real," can get too real for some, am I right?

See, what the History Channel did instead, reader, just as in Project Bluebook, was to contrive a manufacture of senseless factoid "mash-ups" regarding entirely unrelated cases... ... cases from which was drawn what could be most easily "faux-discredited" in either of them by "experts" of the inveterate skeptibunky "intelligentsia." Suggesting this, then, bogus and so dismissable array of laughable relationships, ones not even remotely tenuous or supported... inventive salacious conjecture... was the two programs' kiss of less-than-mediocre death... ...death for what might be true and real.

Sincerely, none but those entirely honest with themselves dare call these very poor, contrived, and inauspicious tellings of the Flatwoods story as anything but a blithering incompetence, a fatuous cluelessness, or a distorted propaganda! More irony is revealed given Feschino, Friedman, and I had to sign sworn statements indicating our contribution to the program was true as we knew it to be true! The History Channel reportage of same, paradoxically, was not. There's an irony to choke a Dune sandworm.

With a track record like this? How stalwart can Project Bluebook be? That would be a rhetorical question.

See? The informed person understands that Flatwoods was the tail end of the biggest UFO Flap in US History: The 1952 "Summer Of Saucers" chronicled by Frank Feschino, Wendy Connors, various other authors, and a then in an as yet un-sifted Project Bluebook finally sussed out by the painstaking work of Feschino! Gripping tale right there! Over corporate heads, perhaps.

Reader! The true story was not about "Lizard Monsters" allegedly lurking the woods for 60 plus years, and to this day, as was intimated. Plainly, this is the scurvy distortion prosecuted by the History  Channel.

...And this! The something less than intrepid MonsterQuest documentarians wrongly called the more honest Stanton Friedman a "doctor" and made the dissembling (to be kind) Doctor (degree immaterial) Nickell look "reasonable" in contrived comparison! Friedman would have said, "No free degrees, thank you."

Glowing eyes? Not before or since. Ground miasma? Not before or since! Mass hysteria? Not before or since! Noxious weeds? Not before or since! Roc-sized barn owls? Not before or since! How could they have got things so canted and impossible and insultingly and injuriously wrong! 

I'm still sick at heart and was really ticked off at the time... Feschino, who deserved better than this, his initiative again wrongly hulled below the waterline, was fit to be tied! See, he's telling the culture changing but real story, and is dismissed and discounted out of hand! 

Nickell and company shills for the guys insulting the reader's intelligence and obscuring real history! Case in point: "Mass Hysteria" as touted by Dr. Nickell... is a clueless dodge contrived only to communicate that one actually has no idea what was going on in Flatwoods with any available cranial capacity shoved north of an intellectually superating south hole, but wants to run that hole "authoritatively," anyway!

See, the witnesses at Flatwoods, a gang of playing children of late adolescence and a couple of young adults, presupposed a meteor, predominantly, on the Fisher farm in the hills above the school that evening. They'd been learning about them recently in school. 

Nickell dissembled when he reported they expected "monsters"... People do not run up a hill armed only with a flashlight to look for "monsters," Reader! C'mon! That only happens in the movies and Joe Nickell's impacted and cack-witted imagination! They went up the hill to pick up pieces of a strange meteorite, effect rescue for a downed plane, or perhaps see a UFO!

No, the Flatwoods story was not remotely told by the corporate fudge-factory at the History [snurf.. chortle] Channel in either of their two programs. The historical facts regarding the "Flatwoods Monster" incident were distorted only once again in a series of unending dissemblings by a mediocre toxic soap-selling TV show preying on the gullible in an honorless wasteland. Verily, baseless ridicule for the Flatwoods Story goes back decades and is ever a struggle uphill.

Tune in to the actual Flatwoods story, cited above, to tune up, sincerely. See, it's not a story about a giant lizard in a "hover-round" "attacking" a group of Flatwoods residents with a harmful gas. The gas, remember, was more likely an exhaust emitted from pipes surrounding the lower torso of the body, perhaps a "keep away" gas. The lower torso was likely part of the propulsion system of this giant "metallic" structure propelling it and causing it to hover. Moreover, apart from the gas, the "Flatwoods Monster" never made any aggressive or threatening maneuvers towards the witnesses during the encounter! No humans died even as they were sickened...

More crass inaccuracies?

The nearly 60-years of "sightings" reported by the MQ show were not all "monster" observations, as the duplicitously over-edited Feschino and Friedman footage would misleadingly seem to indicate, but were UFO sightings! This is what the two researchers reported on. UFOs, reader! Not lizard monsters! ...and not Thing-like burnt carrots, psychotic hillbillies, or lesbian intrigue as in Project Bluebook.

The "Flatwoods Monster" incident, the Snitowsky "Frametown Monster" incident and the "Frametown Hunter" incident are the documented entity sightings, reader. These, and other "monster" sightings... never occurred again! See, it's the UFO sightings that are ongoing! This was the actual report and testimony of Friedman and Feschino! They signed they'd tell the truth as they knew it!

Other "real" entities documented on record in the Flatwoods area are as follows:

Dec. 30, 1960. Hickory Flats, WV, Located in Webster County and just across the southern Braxton County border - Witness Charles Slover, 35 years-old, was driving a delivery truck and sighted a 6-foot tall hairy biped, man-like creature near the road. This was unreported by the History [snurf-chortle] Channel.

Dec. 7, 2005. Braxton County, 7-8 miles from Flatwoods. A wildlife trap camera took a photograph of an unknown entity that has been called the "Braxton Beast." This was unreported by the History [snurf-chortle] Channel. Meager and unrepeated stuff!

UFO sightings abound, reader, not "monster" sightings! A UFO sighting that occurred in Holly, Braxton County on Nov. 8, 1957, was documented by Jacques Vallee in his book Passport To Magonia.

Holly is located near Flatwoods. In Case #437, Vallee reports that Hank Mollohan and eight other local witnesses saw an elongated object that was 12-metres long! UFOs, reader! Not monsters.

More UFOs! Frametown Area, 1990: A Frametown couple saw several UFOs over the area of the Middle Ridge area southeast of Frametown. When one of the witnesses walked outside of the house to get a closer look, one of the UFOs flew into the back-yard and shot a bright beam of light down towards the witness. This Frametown incident was documented and broadcast in 1990 by a national TV show of the time, Current Affair With Maury Povich back when he was still trying to have something to say before genetics could so accurately determine paternity. I digress.

In 1991, Feschino documented crop circle rings in Frametown, WV., which were recorded by Colin Andrews. Throughout the early 1990s, Feschino also photographed and videotaped UFOs in the same area of Middle Ridge southeast of James Knob.


The Sept. 12, 1952 "Master Map" of UFO locations was not shown or referenced in any way. This is a key point validating the whole of the story... 

The flight-path trajectory of the "Flatwoods Monster" UFO was not shown or mentioned. This was the "Washington DC. to Flatwoods, WV UFO" flight-path. Check the included link for same.

The Colonel Dale Leavitt Interview was not shown or mentioned in the MQ program, nor was it alluded to in PBB, nor was there any mention of the sizable West Virginia National Guard involvement in and around Flatwoods.

There was no reference to the fact that the USAF had heavily documented the Flatwoods incident.

The First person witness-journalist John Barker interview was not mentioned in either program.

Well respected reporter and first-person responder A. Lee Stewart, Jr., who broke the National story, was not mentioned. The drawings of the metal piece that he found on the farm were not shown.

There was no mention or reference that there were strange metal and black plastic-like pieces found on the Fisher Farm by the locals, shortly after the incident, and policed up by the Army.

The five known drawings made by five of the boy witnesses who saw the "Flatwoods Monster" were not shown." Despite being separated by Stewart, remember, and challenged individually in the "third degree," the drawings are astonishingly similar!

The "Flatwoods Monster" color illustrations painted by Feschino from first-hand eyewitness descriptions were not shown.

The 1996 Fred May pencil drawing of the "Monster" was not shown. It depicted the figure as "mechanical." This was a point errantly avoided by MonsterQuest and PBB, opting instead for the sensationalist misnomer and more injurious insult!

Let's put a fine point on it. The foremost Flatwoods expert, Frank Feschino, Jr., was not even consulted in what was touted by the History Channel as exhaustive consultation with regard to some promised, even perspicacious, storytelling! Still, corporate goes on and on, on their website, with regard to how "exhaustive" their research was. That's on them. 

The Flatwoods reenactment segment on MQ did not show the actual "mechanical" figure as described by Mrs. May and Fred May. The incorrect 1952 "We The People" mock-up, which depicted the arms and claws was shown instead... and then was senselessly compared to the "Frametown Monster."

Finally, the "Star child skull" and the entities in Flatwoods/Frametown were errantly compared! These cases have no relationship to each other, what-so-ever, all respect to the late Lloyd Pye! We spoke after the program and this writer can report that he would agree.

I'd hoped for the best regarding the History [snerk.. chortle] Channel. What happened?

"Hollywood" happened, reader... corporate manipulations apart from, and not interested in, telling the real story... These contrive a mash-up between two unrelated cases and, "highlighting" what was "prosaically explainable," in both, work to "faux-discredit" either... actually! We were sand-bagged, IMO. Project Bluebook is the current injury on top of the insult.

The only good thing... the Flatwoods story was broached, at all, in a no-nonsense manner by Frank Feschino, Freddy May, John Barker, and Stanton Friedman! Too bad none of that translated to the screen! 

Though, seriously, People are eventually going to wonder where the "lizard monster" (sheesh!) came from and how it came to be in Flatwoods at all. That story? Again, right here:

I personally apologize, again, to the people of Braxton County, Frametown, and the town of Flatwoods specifically, that the story was not portrayed as it was related by the honest principals to the production company. We regret their time was wasted. It's not Frank Feschino's fault that the creative control was well out of his more capable hands... as it will be on all these programs. "Ya pays yer money an' takes yer chances." 

We all got burned. All the credible stuff went to the cutting room floor.

Project Bluebook, moreover, is the current interaction of selling boner pills and reverse mortgages with sensational "truish" story-telling allowed in an honorless mass media. It may sell the predatory mortgaging pills... but it doesn't tell the story... well, at all.

Rest somewhat assured, though, MonsterQuest and Project Bluebook at least showed enough to get interest kindled in other quarters, perhaps. There's a lot of life left to tell the story, still! You can bet Frank Feschino will be banging the Flatwoods drum, verily!

I remain firmly in his corner! There are many rounds left in this fight. Frank is strong and as focused as he ever was!

Closing, Flatwoods and Frametown residents wrote to tell me that the James Knob site east of Frametown is still ufologically active. Right now, reader.

Well, I suspect that if ET had swooped in and landed on the pasture that night while Friedman, Feschino, and myself were all up there on James Knob, and the Monster Quest people had shot miles of film of it? THAT footage would have languished on the cutting room floor with all the other pertinent material, too, one presumes.

The MonsterQuest program regarding Flatwoods was dissembling hypocrisy... and a shame! The unearned opprobrium thrust on the actual existentiality of Flatwoods is ongoing via the HC's Project Bluebook and serves none of us.

One last point, in the dodgy MonsterQuest "cooked" portrayal, Fred May, Stanton Friedman, and Frank Feschino seem to indicate that Big Lizards in "hover-rounds," plus other monsters, still lurk dangerously in the West Virginia mountains around Flatwoods. No reader. They are not. Nothing these men actually reported to the film crew made that indication. Their contribution was edited beyond credulity.

Sincerely, be disabused of the notion that dangerous monsters haunt our hills and forests! Fred, Frank, and Stan made no such intimation. I was there. I know.

With regard to Flatwoods, there has always been baseless ridicule. That's suspicious in itself. That the story still strongly stands is credible testimony to an antithesis of falsehood extended by way of a duplicitous corporate and its importunate programming discrediting same. This may indicate how true the story might actually be!

It remains. Insult is uncalled for and injury will not be abided. It hasn't thus far. Flatwoods abides, for all the uninformed ignominy it has unjustifiably endured for decades.   It's that big a story. 

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