An Overview Of A "Flatwoods Monster" Investigation...

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and Friends

Frank C. Feschino, Jr. 

...An Overview of his 

"Flatwoods Monster" 

Investigation

by Alfred Lehmberg

Frank C. Feschino, Jr. is a graduate of the Paier College of Art in Hamden, Connecticut, where he studied illustration, commercial art, and photography. He was trained there by several world-class artists including Kenneth Davies, Rudolph Zallinger, and John Massimino. Subsequently, Frank earned his four-year Fine Arts diploma there in 1981. 

Feschino later moved to Florida where he studied Film and Video production at Phillips Jr. College in Daytona Beach. There, he was trained by Hollywood steady-cam operator Rich Davis. In 1994, he graduated with an Associates Degree in Film and Video Production plus a minor in Business. 

Feschino would come to be interested in UFOs in the early 1990s when, on break from school, he chance-visited a relative's farm in Braxton County, West Virginia. He discovered there, in some strange and seminal serendipity of cosmic foreshadowing, that numerous crop circles had appeared on the property overnight! Moreover, UFOs had been frequently sighted over that region dating back many years. 

Pursuant to industry and interest piqued, Feschino very carefully and meticulously documented these anomalies and then shared his research with British crop circle expert and electrical engineer Mr. Colin Andrews. Mr. Andrews would catalog Frank's new-found information in his world-class crop circle database, subsequently, and then keep him informed on unfolding current events over the years. 

It suddenly occurred to Feschino at some point that all this paranormal hoo-rah was great material for a one-off project for film-school! ...Little did he know...  

We observe then that, during this time and at this loation, Feschino became aware of the famous "Flatwoods Monster," that particular UFO crash incident of Braxton County, West Virginia occurring on September 12, 1952, which everyone had all but forgotten about. Entirely captivated, this "one-off" school project would become Feschino's life work! 

For the uninitiated, this "UFO Crash" alluded to was a case involving a downed UFO and its alien occupant, a 12-foot-tall armor-clad being encountered by a group of unsuspecting local Flatwoods townspeople investigating a clear "disturbance" in their town. Suspend all dismissal or stop reading, now.

This terrifying "close encounter of the third kind" quickly made headlines across the globe, was talked about, effusively, on the radio and TV, and was featured just one week later on a Nationally broadcasted live TV program named, "We The People." This was a program "woke" for the time and entirely investigative if sensational... they wanted a rep for getting the story right. "Corporate," at this time, was hands-off on the news, in comparison to current spacetime.

Mysteriously, this long-running popular TV talk-show was suddenly canceled after the episode following the "Flatwoods Monster" airing! One wonders what was up with that, especially after revelations of the proceeding... this writer is bereft of all clue regarding same.

Though, onward, the far-reaching news about the "monster" event in West Virginia was actually one of the world's top news stories of 1952. Yet, though the popularity and fame of the "Flatwoods Monster" had risen quickly in the public eye, there was a dark downside to the story as well!

It becomes quite plain at this point that Government intelligence agencies had covertly stepped into the picture and were keeping watchful eyes over the unfolding situation, and quickly working to diffuse it. Such seems, and abundantly, so. Why?

There were reasons good and bad, verily! There was a very real Soviet threat which could be complicated by even a misidentification of UFOs... forgetting the distraction of the incomprehensible actuality of them, although, unreasoning and slapdash, even incompetent (scared?), inconsistencies in reporting the incident abounded and became horrendous early on, abiding even today! Witnesses were constantly misquoted, the incident was heavily bowdlerized, contrived to seem doubtful, and the very honest and forthright witnesses were, and have been, laughed at for decades, 6 and counting! 

This happened...

The government's official explanation reported that the incident was caused by a passing "fireball meteor," and that the witnesses probably misinterpreted the "so-called monster" as a "barn owl" perched high on a tall tree branch at dusk! Patent nonsense not supported by data on any level in the first place, and meteors, in the second, don't hang in the air for 21 hours and temporal-change! 

This "monster" incident, as well as many other recorded UFO cases during the 1952 "Summer of Saucers," had the American public anxiously excited precisely because UFO sightings were at a historical high over the country that year! Here, the cover-up of this alien encounter was determined as necessary by the government, and actions to squash it were quickly and covertly (if incompetently) implemented. Mass hysteria was indeed avoided! 

Remains! We must ask, "but, at what cost," ultimately. Let us digress momentarily to observe how much farther ahead we could be as a species to have faced the UFO head-on back in the 50's and now have all that mischief more managed... but behind us! This writer would bet heavily that we'd have more societal success and self-respect as a result. We'd know who we were, at any rate, and not be disappointed, I feel... That's the intuition...

Back in West Virginia, subsequently, the "Flatwoods Monster" case was on the way to becoming a mere historical myth of sketch-less folklore. The majority of the public didn't believe the crazy tale to start, and the famous "monster" case was to be shelved as a curious legend for its finish! Mission accomplished? Again, one wonders.

…But wait, the real story behind this mysterious alien visitor and the circumstances surrounding the enigmatic and bizarre incident was never fully known to the public! Well, as the reader might suspect, that was about to change! 

You see, in 1952, there were a few people of staid consciousness and responsible conscience. These were lettered and inquisitive persons, adventurers who believed that this terrifying if astonishing incident truly did happen, they just couldn't put it all together with the "officially fiddled-with" information at hand! 

Still, and luckily for the serious future researcher, some investigators, and fortuitously,  left credible historical documentation about this case in their books, published periodicals, and private newsletters! Remains... It would have all been lost...

...Enter newly minted illustrator Frank C. Feschino, Jr. forty years later. Intrigued and perplexed by the bizarre story, Feschino, shortly, picks up this cold case where it had left off back in 1952 and was immediately engaged. He would run hard with it. He has never looked back. The chase is still afoot.

Feschino would truly become the first primary investigator involved in the puzzling affair since it was originally investigated in 1952. Indeed. He would bring the "Flatwoods Monster" case to a whole new level of well-credentialed credibility!

See, while still attending film school, Frank began an intense and extensive investigation into the case almost as a lark. Conversely, it would become his primary focus and occupation.

Verily, now armed with video equipment and schooled communication skills, he would competently videotape or film interviews with many of the first-hand Flatwoods eyewitness. He also photographed or filmed the many locations involved in the story, which were untouched by time. This immediately preceding should not be taken lightly... 

During his arduous, sometimes even physically hazardous investigation, reader, Feschino traveled extensively, accumulating a mass of information including the works of the aforementioned past researchers. He searched for and found forgotten books and magazine publications, private research papers, hoary newspaper articles from around the globe… and most importantly, the long-forgotten official government documents of the recently declassified Project Bluebook Files, ghostlike textual apparitions on film sometimes requiring huge reconstructions of these microfilm documents! This was the one thing previous researchers had not had. Here was the mortar for the ufological factual brickage! 

Unsettlingly now, Feschino discovered that the case's evidentiary trail was screwed-up very deeply by the government, but that there still remained scattered clues and widespread pieces to this cold-case puzzle scattered about and hard to decypher! These were clues and pieces telling the truth, if strewn about—buried all across the United States! The aspiration was to put this cosmic jigsaw back together, one can gather. For this writer's money, he succeeded. 

Feschino not only discovered that this alien encounter had indeed occurred, but he also put together an astounding timeline of events for September 12, 1952, disclosing a previously UNDISCLOSED 21-sustained hours of unending UFO activity... activity occurring over ten east coast States that fearfully fateful night! This was one busy meteor! 

This was the puzzle being completed... then. Information from disparate and un-coordinated sources dove-tailing into a clearer picture of what MUST have happened. 

On the day of September 12, 1952, Feschino was able to pinpoint 116 documented locations involving 25 separate and distinct UFOs over ten States, and he also discovered that four of those UFOs were heavily damaged! These damaged craft made repeated landings, by report; one of those damaged and downed objects even held an occupant abandoning its own damaged conveyance! This "occupant" would  later come to be known as, the "Flatwoods Monster." Frank Feschino, Jr. fleshes all this out, in his book, and as a result of an analysis of his "Master Map."

This well-cited initiative contains the information included: plotted points of a particular UFO's locations, the type of craft described, the timestamps of each object, and even their flight trajectories. It’s rather forensically recreated a total scenario for what happened in and around Flatwoods on September 12, 1952. 

Shockingly, Feschino discovered that by putting all of the individual UFO events into a chronological timeline and then piecing it all together, a story unfolded. This story very demonstrably involved two seeming "search and rescue operations" for distressed "fellows"... by Extraterrestrials for Extraterrestrials. Please read that again. They apparently attempted to retrieve two of their downed and stranded comrades in West Virginia, one in Flatwoods and the other in Wheeling, WV ... the data strongly suggests this.

Ultimately, Feschino concludes a logical explanation as to why there were four damaged and downed UFOs in the country that day. He observes that during 1952, the UFO sightings had become so frequent and ubiquitous over the United States that the  Air Defense Command was "operating under a 24-hour Nation-wide alert against 'flying saucers" in an attempt to address same! 

Top officials had directed their fighter pilots, "to take off instantly in pursuit of any 'flying saucers' sighted anywhere in the country." They would do just that... and the unadmitted carnage may have been horrific!

See, Feschino also rediscovered a piece of history that was forgotten by most when he learned the USAF also had "Shoot Down" orders directed against these flying saucers! Shoot down orders! These orders, reader, are now well documented. Feschino and Stanton Friedman hold a blow-up of a Newspaper article from that time, above.

Now confident, even arrogant, with their latest rocket-bearing jet interceptors in service at the time, the United States Air Force revealed that their fighter pilots, "have been under orders to investigate unidentified objects and to shoot them down if they can't talk them down." Feschino discovered the Air Force also admitted that they had scrambled jet interceptors, "several hundred times as a result of reported sightings of unidentified objects."

He continued his UFO research and discovered an alarming amount of mysterious Air Force, Navy, and Marine fighter aircraft accidents also occurred during that period. Some of these were just wholly inexplicable, man and machine simple vanishing from the Earth's face or crashing into schools and neighborhoods! The writer is not making this up.

Feschino documented and compiled a plethora of inscrutable fighter aircraft crashes as well as many unsolved incidents. These involved an overwhelming amount of vanished planes and missing airmen. The loss of machines and men during that time, undeniably, was, by report, absolutely staggering!     

Feschino also unearthed one more of these mysterious incidents. It occurred on September 12, 1952. The affair involved a United States jet fighter vanishing into thin air shortly before the "Flatwoods Monster" crash-landed in West Virginia. 

Feschino worked for several years on this particular case and discovered that the Air Force would report absolutely no record of this missing jet or its two-man crew. Additionally, the United States government did not have a single record of the airmen in any of their official holdings, military or civilian! Curious! Feschino continued on with his exhaustive investigation, regardless, then tracked down and talked to the two airmen's surviving brothers!

Rubbing... stone in inset...

The pilot's brother gave Feschino official documents that the USAF had sent him, then Feschino tracked down the memorial headstone of the pilot in Ocala, Florida. Our intrepid researcher then got hold of several Florida newspaper articles on the subject and began to piece the story together... but something was missing... the truth! 

The explanations given by the Air Force concerning this missing jet case were convoluted, contradictory, and fragmented. Years later, perhaps a result of Feschino's revelations in the case, the Air Force finally released the Sept. 12, 1952, Aircraft Accident Report case file on microfilm... including the missing jet story. There was “no record,” remember! 

Feschino evaluated all the cases and quickly discovered that two other September 12, 1952 aircraft accident events were mysteriously missing from the case files—both sent to higher classification! Feschino then read, dissected, and reviewed the remaining missing jet case and combined its contents with all of his other accumulated data about the missing aircraft. His conclusion: a massive cover-up revealed, and one that was actually on a much larger scale than the "Flatwoods Monster" incident. Flatwoods was only the end of the story it appears.

The upshot is that the alluded case of missing fighter pilot 2nd Lt. John Jones and radar operator, 2nd Lt. John DelCurto fit perfectly into place with all the other covered-up UFO events occurring on September 12, 1952. Such was abundantly so.

Feschino has written a groundbreaking book, and it is a completed and convincing essay map of his investigation into the famous "Flatwoods Monster" incident.  It is titled, The Braxton County Monster—The Cover-up of the Flatwoods Monster Revealed, later released as an "Updated and Revised" edition while his investigation continued and additional information was obtained. He's not done, yet, reader!

Feschino also wrote another book titled, Shoot Them Down-The Flying Saucer Air Wars of 1952. It records the 1952 "Summer of the Saucers" specific to the wave of UFO events, the Flatwoods case and the mysterious fighter plane accidents occurring between 1951 and 1956. The forewords and epilogs for Feschino's books were written by the nuclear physicist, UFO expert, and fellow author (The Late) Stanton T. Friedman of Roswell fame (pictured at the top).

Additionally, Feschino would generously extend recognition and credit to this writer and veteran Master Aviator, honored to write the book's recent book-cover synopsis covering this astonishing incident.

Feschino's works have been featured in numerous other UFO books, as well as countless newspaper, magazine, and internet articles throughout the world. The author has also been interviewed by numerous radio talk show hosts including personalities Whitley Strieber, George Noory, Richard Dolan, Bill Birnes, Heather Wade, and Shadoe Stevens to name a few. 

While building momentum through the media, Frank caught the eye of several conference promoters and subsequently traveled throughout the United States to spread the word about his UFO research and books of aviation and UFO history. For nearly a decade, Feschino appeared in, or has headlined for, several UFO conferences, lectures, and book signings. He was also involved in many "Flatwoods Monster" one-man events including numerous book signings organized by (The Late) Peggy Clise, the former Mayor of Flatwoods. These conferences were held at the antique and historical "Grandad’s Store" in that town.

It was at that location that the monumental "Flatwoods Monster 50th Anniversary" celebration was held in 2002 with special guest Stanton T. Friedman and many of the actual eyewitnesses in attendance. In 2007, another memorable event occurred in West Virginia, when Feschino led a a cast of lecturers during a two-day, "Flatwoods Monster and Flying Saucer Extravaganza" show, held at the historic Capitol Theatre in downtown Charleston, WV.

Frank has guest appeared on many West Virginia television talk shows, TV news broadcasts, and radio programs. He was also featured in the first-ever "Flatwoods Monster" cover story and feature article in the late UFO Magazine. The author and UFO investigator also appeared in an episode of "Monster Quest" on the HISTORY CHANNEL featuring the "Flatwoods Monster" and "Frametown Monster" incidents of 1952. Additionally, Feschino also produced a documentary that he wrote, shot, and narrated. It focuses on his investigation into the "Flatwoods Monster" case expanding into an undeclared and largely secret air war with ET. It appears on YouTube. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3dA8TxXDb8

After a quest approaching 30 years to reveal the truth regarding this seminal issue, Frank C. Feschino, Jr. has become the genuine authority on the "Flatwoods Monster" incident and the UFO events of September 12, 1952. Accept no substitutes. Today, a very well-spoken Feschino continues to be involved in UFO research and currently resides at his home in central Florida.

Richard Dolan with Feschino Part one
https://youtu.be/zxtPpqIQhqk

Richard Dolan with Feschino Part two
https://youtu.be/cZ3ng-IBUJU

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...Enduring Still...

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Alone in listening silence once, 

in the dark, dark deep of space 

(I'm speaking metaphorically; 

this is no report or trace), 

I saw a tiny point of light 

a little brighter than before 

so I pushed the button to it, 

and I walked right in its door.

It was the old "Rense" program, 

and my software let me in. 

I float in streaming audio 

as the story, then, begins...

I'd never heard Velez before, 

and though he didn't speak for me? 

His message made the plainest sense 

we all might try to see. 

He came across so affable, 

when he should be quite insane? 

If half the things he said occurred 

... I'd be, as such... "constrained"!

I have it on authority. 

I'm not just flying blind. 

I've interviewed some principals; 

this man is quite refined. 

Integrity's impeccable, 

he's loved by whom he's close. 

And he'd not choose the circumstance, 

but beat the drum that chose...

How he holds it all together 

in a manner so reserved, 

when fate has dealt 

such dreadful cards ... 

how is he undeterred? 

How does he keep his lip so stiff? 

How does he stay his fray? 

How does he hold the threads so well... 

what has shattered and betrayed?

He's calming, more than lucid, 

yet he gestures towards the "dark"! 

He'd have us throw some light that way! 

He'd ask some questions! Hark!

His questions are *unpopular*: 

At the whim of unguessed forces... 

...we're as bugs beneath the slashing hoofs 

of herds of cosmic horses! 

We shall not see them coming, 

and the terror he alludes 

we could, sure, be more prepared for, 

but our cowardice intrudes?

Distracted by our cars, and stuff, 

we wallow in the mire 

of that which makes us senseless, 

throwing water on our fire? 

Dejected by the mainstream, 

and displaced by "honored science," 

we're sold a bill of harmful goods 

we give our vain reliance? 

"Doc" Jacobs claims "it's very bad"; 

Mr. Hopkins says "intruder," 

but John Velez, like Mack I think, 

is more their "disabuser"!

"It happens, friends and neighbors, 

twixt the lines," I heard him say. 

"Keep our heads in this insanity? 

We will live to save the day! 

Keep on laughing, and collecting, 

and cooperate together ... 

don't succumb to 'knee jerks,' 

questioned answers will be better."

He spoke with rare consuming grace, 

a brightness not denied ... 

even Rense got warm and fuzzy, 

and the program was sublime. 

I know some folk who listened twice, 

and tried to find the *bull-shit* 

... looked for cult of personality, 

and other stuff that wouldn't fit 

... looked for fallacy in thinking, 

looked for logic unrefined ... 

but John Velez would come up clean; 

his truth seemed uncontrived.

I wish he lived next door to me. 

I'd feel, somehow, safer! 

I think that I could like him, 

I think he'd make me braver. 

I could check with his commitment, 

I'd compare my notes with his. 

And we'd both be better for it... 

a little closer to what "is."

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• http://www.alienview.net/

John Velez' "...See That"?

• John Velez has more good neighbor potential than James Dobson, Newt Gingrich, or Glenn Beck—combined, which does not seem such a hard sell on its face until the irony is considered! How is it that three mainstream stalwarts of cultural pulchritude are so handily bested by an aging hippie, fusion percussionist, artist, and former poppy addict? But "bested" is an "obvious," reader. Verily. John towers above these three, on any level and at all indices.

• ...It remains, though, that he's gonna have to come down here to live! Somebody stole my camera (a half-frame Olympus Pen F) on a visit to his city in 1973, and STILL it pays! I want my camera, bag, and lenses back, New York!

• Long ago on SDI (07-08-06), John Velez—uncomplicated acceptor of sincere hugs from complete strangers—was sadly underrepresented and sorely missed in a ufological free-form fray that was the 400th iteration of that, damn-it, cutting edge program... penetrating program, finally, efficaciously enduring program, forgetting of course "missed" program... it's gone now with the late Errol Bruce Knapp...

• John was compelled, instead, to practice the timeless art of that almost mystical entity know as a New York City Cab Driver. Otherwise his appearance on the program would have been a rare treat.

• ...Think of the cab-driving "ghost of Christmas past" in Bill Murray's "Scrooged." Pretty damned magical, and what a driver. Tran-spatial ... Inter-temporal ... Multi-Dimensional. A cool ride by any name and at any speed!

• See... ...John was ufological before ufological was *cool*... ...before the ufology became a focal point, not for mal-impassioned net-loons, public whack-oids, and insincere crystal-squeezers rushing in to fill the knowledge void facilitated by a corrupt and duplicitous main-stream society... [don't get me started] ...but the gassy avians, scurrilous skeptibunkies, and conflicted klasskurtxians, these institutionalized and inculcated by that same society... to undercut and marginalize UFOs and the inquiry into them. This writer says true.

• John is/was a worthy combatant in the aforementioned struggle. Only, if ufology was ham and eggs, John was the ham. Eggs are a survivable investment. Ham is a sacrifice of the irreplaceable.

• Moreover, John Velez is one of those persons who at great personal cost, as has always been the way of it, helped to ensure, along with significant others, that a ufology, against all odds and despite *learned* dismissals, *furious* derisions, and *reflex* denials... of fatuous radio "Shock Jocks" and others already alluded to... ...endures still.

• That's right. Endures still. Thank you, Mr. Velez, for helping to facilitate this... ... this concrescence of eventual disclosure looming before us all unrecognized, if looming still... our intuited improvement by the acknowledgment of same ...howsoever "it" manifests itself in the very near term.

• Thank you John.

• Thank you John.

• Thank you John! Truth serves, and verily!

Dirt Road Disasters

"On the road, redux..."

Dirt Road Disasters
...A Real Hershey Highway
Of Political Ineptitude and
Philosophical Incontinence

by Alfred Lehmberg

Who is Donald John TЯUMP? Who has he been, who is he now, and who will he be? Astonishingly and ironically, we were well aware of who he had been, and well before the fact! Who he is now is obvious to casual observation. Consequently, who he’s going to be will get no odds from any bookie. Sans a bet on being worse than we could imagine... Certitude is such as that!

The President* is anointed by "all God’s blessing and chosen of the Prosperity Christ and his host of GOP acolytes" (those glad grinners wallowing oceans of NRA money and the largess of billionaires as psychotic as they are psychopathic...) to be the, [...wait for it...] "president."* That's the Party line.

TЯUMP’s path to political insentience, though, is paved with explicable and factual stones of disconsolate, disastrous, and deconstructive tediousness! Evil especially banal. 

See, mendacious hypocrisies trifle the grout around these stones and so provide a dangerous and sickening shifting of them around one's unsteady feet… turned ankles are ever a threat and locomotion is impeded … but that their path is decidedly "downward" is crystal clear. It paints, verily, a road to an ironically avoidable ruin. 

Inexplicably, we knew this snake. ...And yet pick him up we did, still. We're still picking him up in TЯUMP 2.0!

We had 2020 foresight... even, and blew it! That could not be an accident... Consider Jimmy Comey's last-ditch offering of BUPKIS, reader, but addressing Hilly's effin' E-mails, one more time, just days before the election... (Thanks for that, Jimmy m'lad! You may have destroyed America!)

Still, let’s try to provide for more 2020 foresight (forgetting what we've already witnessed in 2025?!), perhaps, and examine a few of these road stones, in turn. Re-warned can be forearmed! Beware! One is as disappointing and inopportune as the next. Watch your footing! We can scrape the footwear with sticks and paper towels, later on!

Here’s one [the writer picks up a stone oozing something viscous and yet still a'crumble]: TЯUMP... A self-proclaimed super-patriot and a ready espouser of his charming anecdote that an alleged threat of venereal disease from super-models was his personal stand-in for the conflict in Viet Nam... (stunning privilege!). See, TЯUMP faked a disqualifying disability 5 times to avoid a war he did not even oppose! 

Substituted, of course, were five (poor) young men to fight and perhaps even die in his place. This writer's own brother was drafted during that time. That has to be, sloughing the mortal coil, worth some hard time in Purgatory, anyway, right there... even from a hyper-Religulous point of view. We're not holding breath on that; their betrayal of their own principles are legion and legendary... we digress!

Here’s another path-stone. Remember those boys going off to fight in Donald’s place? Well, when they returned shell-shocked, suicidal, and fighting depression (but still not quite adding to the growing statistic of suicide!), it was to join the ranks of the hapless homeless to a large degree... which TЯUMP cruelly tried to have removed from 5th Avenue in New York, as “unsightly.”

When TЯUMP wasn’t increasing the suffering of homeless veterans squeezing blood from their stones, he was stealing from them via his fraudulent online “University.” Injury on top of insult, he lied about donating $1 million to veterans' nonprofits and initiatives. Later on, even in 2016 (!), he’d lie about donating $6 million to other veterans groups. What an effin' prince, eh?!

How does he observe himself in the mirror, and more puzzlingly, how can we look at him? I know I have a problem with it afflicted by a well justified TDS. ...Mucous on a glass doorknob, it's always a clutch of breathtaking revulsion to hold him in regard!

Not finished with the military, reader, he said he’d make “his” troops actually commit war crimes, and they did! Later on, he would pardon one of those psychopathic monsters committing egregious war crimes, in actuality, and against all the advice of those first-persons testifying against and then convicting him in the first place! 

These would come to be called “The Cursed Platoon”; look it up. It’s TЯUMP in spades. After the review of the preceding link, the reader is instructed to remember that TЯUMP thought this monster was good to go. A roll-model! One to whom all soldiery should aspire…!

This writer was a career soldier with a Bronze Star and four Meritorious Service Medals upon retirement. The aforementioned monster is no role model to which the soldier aspires. He is to soldiery what the anti-Christ is purported to be to the actual Christ! This writer says true.

Speaking of crimes, TЯUMP was also fined for purloining funds from a 2016 Vets fundraiser, and then, always the willing projector, he erroneously accused innocent US service members of stealing funds meant for Iraqi reconstruction. All this was, of course, wild blueberry road apples. There was zero theft. It was just a distraction, a diffraction... a ham-handed deflection. It's what he does. ...A real lover of "his" troops!

The “Commander In Chief,”* TЯUMP generally and publicly called out “his” General grade officers, officers of decades of experience and efficacy, for “dopes and babies,” (!!!) advising any listener how much “more knowledgeable about military subjects” he is than they are. He has personally insulted, if not to their faces, Generals Allen, Mattis, Kelly, Powell, and McChrystal, and then for good measure, Purple Heart awardees Mueller and Vindman, plus Admiral McRaven. 

Closing out on the military, he insulted POWs as those humiliated by “capture,” so "not 'really' heroes." He preferred his heroes, “Uncaptured,” you see. PTSD sufferers were “weak losers” who just could not “take the stress,” presumably, as well as he could in their place!

It is hard to accept how badly he has offended Gold Star Families, anyway. ...But he should get an Academy Award for the employment of abject toxicity... just for what he said to Myeshia Johnson, the aggrieved widow of the late and ambushed Sgt. La David Johnson. It was beyond the pale and as tone-deaf as one would think.

A grasping pig, then accomplishment and valor thief, TЯUMP will frequently claim or take responsibility for ongoing acts, initiatives, and programs for which he was not, in any way, the provenance. He’s built nothing. Ever!

For instance, he falsely claimed he signed the Veteran's Choice Act into law when, no, he just refrained from impeding it, you know, the exact opposite of his usual activity! Consider, his usual schtick is along the lines of providing for the implosion of healthcare affecting 20 million American citizens in a pandemic… by killing the Affordable Health Care act via the Supreme Court? Yes. Verily. He's working that right this minute!

He has aggravated the suffering of soldiers and their families in other ways. He is trying to eliminate SNAP food assistance, for example. Few understand how much that hurts military families and veterans! Moreover, another torpedo below the American soldier’s water-line are TЯUMP's psychopathic budget initiatives seeking to slash Medicaid below acceptable and humane levels! A disaster for Vets!

He froze the pay for all Federal agencies via Executive Order, too. One recalls that the Federal workforce is 30% veteran, approximately 600 thousand veterans… ...then he dissolves regulations on predatory lenders who target military members as craven prey… This is just pure evil with no lipstick for its pig!

What kind of President sides with known enemy Totalitarian Nations: to always take their word against honored branches of military intelligence otherwise chartered to give the best-practice council regarding the security of the entire Nation... that they can? Maybe the same kind of President to erect senseless and ridiculous walls to an ally Nation, but destroy the public school system sending tax money to hyper-Religulous “educational” institutions!

Maybe he is the same kind of POTUS to Deploy 6000 soldiers to the Mexican border in a 2018 failed midterm election stunt…maybe the same to blow off the Veteran's Day ceremony in France because it was raining and the President* was worried about his hair and orange make-up...

Finally, advised so by competent intelligence, we discover that Vlad Putin is murdering US troops on contract with the Taliban. Only, TЯUMP is calling it a “hoax” and “fake news.” How is this even possible, and possible? Tolerated!

More stones on TЯUMP’s path to National oblivion? To start, he is the “billionaire” who hides his tax returns. It is clear that debt to foreign nationals erodes that “rich-man” status touted for years, and TЯUMP pays off on these obligations in manners traitorous and criminal and dissatisfyingly blackmailed? This writer suspects so. Consider the bizarre behavior of Senator #LeningradLindsey Graham!

TЯUMP is “a stable genius” who hides his college grades. A true genius is not fearful of the revealed chronicle of his accomplishments… but TЯUMP has threatened costly lawsuits (truly the only arrow in his meager quiver) if these grades are ever revealed. What happened to pride and proof of same? ...Then we discover he paid someone else to take his SATs! The swine!

TЯUMP is a “world-class businessman” who has bankrupted 3 casinos, declared bankruptcy numerous times, and then lost, at least (!), 1 Billion Dollars in 10 years! He then demonstrates that he is so bereft of competence that he even failed in selling red meat, alcohol, and casino gambling to Americans. To Americans!

TЯUMP is the “playboy” who pays for sex... sordid, perfunctory, and meaningless, like his imagination. Truly, maybe apart from "Mom"... he never met a woman that he didn’t, at best, patronize. He’s insulted, abused, or raped the rest. His violence has not been restricted to adult women…

TЯUMP is the “Christian” who does not go to church. ...But he will gas and flash-grenade a law-abiding citizenry to walk across the street to an unwelcoming Church! This is merely to brandish a Bible he has never read so as to masturbate the insensate sensibilities of his half-wit, horrific, and hyper-fundy base of flaccid-minded mucous swimmers! Real detestables, imbeciles, and deplorables! Yeah, these persons exist in spades; it is in no way elitist to recognize that.

Cutting to the chase, TЯUMP is the “philanthropist” who defrauds cancer charities for complementary oil paintings of a ludicrous and consummate gasbag, himself. What blistering gall!

TЯUMP is the “patriot” who won’t answer his Nations call to arms. Instead, he cashes a fraction of his privilege to become Brigader Faux-Bone-spurs! Say it! It's him!

TЯUMP is the “innocent man” who refuses to testify because he can’t open his mouth without lies and mendacity rolling out like fiber-poor fecal matter. He can't even fake a consistent testimony... senselessly contradicting himself every other sentence. A sensible person would just report to prison, sans trial.

TЯUMP is the “President” who takes no responsibility and shows only incompetence and self-interest. He is the evil narcissist's narcissist only interested in a story about him. 

TЯUMP is the “tough, strong man“ who wears makeup, hairspray, and adult diapers. He won't look Nancy Pelosi in the eye.

Finally, and ironically, TЯUMP is the “deal maker” who has yet to close a deal of any real consequence, importance, or constructiveness in a non-criminal world. He is a shameful sham and an unconscionable flake, as insentient as he is insensate and as psychopathic as he is treasonous. Treason? …Plain as the nose bitten off a spited face. He is our President.*

The Asterisked President!  

We have erred and erred hugely facilitating TЯUMP in any shape, way, manner, fashion, or form on a current path… attempting to make progress on the mucked and stinking trail of broken glass and uneven gavel he would take us down. His only supporters are supremacist sycophants and pork-lard-brained boogaloo-boys… insentient incels glad to believe toxic and self-masturbatory rumors while ignoring cited science and full-featured fact. These need the hose. Stupid has had its run.

Come next November? We have an opportunity to take the saner more sure-footed path. Let us make that so. We are not served, none of us, keeping "Blacks," back. We are not rewarded, any of us, keeping "Browns," down. We're not elevated, in any way, steering the initiatives of righteous "Queers." We're not served, rewarded, or elevated keeping women in the rear and second tier! We know all this to be true... the worst of us, we know it! Comes a gylany!

VOTE! This writer will low crawl broken glass besmeared with suppurated Covidity to get to the polls! 

In closing, who is it in leadership insisting I be compelled to do just THAT... when I could safely, in a secure manner (more secure than those questionable "Russian" voting machines!), and sanely... VOTE BY MAIL! 

Read on!

"I'd burn this county down
to save my ass...
Believe it!"

...Anthropomorphism's Malapropisms...

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I've sensed wild dolphins "thinking" 

through a treasured friend of mine, 

though their meaning 

swam just in and out... 
of focus. 

You'd think you'd understood it, 

then so quickly it is found... 

*understanding* 
has some different kinds 
of locus.

Your top is inside out, 
and you find more room for doubt! 
Any "meaning" frankly crumbles... 
...in your hand. 
You are lost and incomplete... 
disadvantaged, sans receipt, 
and the values that you're missing 
you're not built to understand.

What follows? 
A portrayal...
 of a dolphin's unique thinking. 
A look inside the process 
of a "mind." 
It's not what you're expecting, 
likely off if you're detecting 
"understanding" 
in the *pictures* that you find...

So, see the "bigger picture."
See a forest for its trees.
...But remember that
the "bee's knees of creation"...
Is not what humans think...
we, who've led us to the brink
of dissolution, utter chaos,
and destruction...
...

...
[...Splash! ...Then...]
...
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Simplicity, eccentricity,
glove-feeling liquid space!
Pair and touch, 
and fly for brunch
...our pleasure is our grace.
                             
Free and clear, 
if one large fear, 
but spread out in the POD;
   the girls provide solidity, 
it's them who talk to _*_.

Murky water is a clarity 
we can "see" in ultrasound, 
that the water is her body 
makes my lover more profound.
We see undulating liquid ... 
it's the beating of our hearts.
Our brains aglow with energy, 
our fins are fairy art.
Our thoughts are more enduring 
than the canyons out beyond;
It's our presence is a blessing 
That we know the Truer God. 
The *mindless* ones 
are not about 
to suffer any folksters.
Those "senseless ones"
who live up-out 
are enigmatic youngsters.

Our mystery is the *human-being* 
who stay in the *above*,
made captives of their *fingers* 
they are lost, depraved, benumbed.
The water's getting deeper, 
and we wonder what they'll do.
We hope they don't move out with us, 
unless, of course, they'd grok the blue...

...And fribble in the narb way, 
or mittle in the greeb,
and never, never 
slap their bill 
to growl a hapless neeb.
...Wouldn't it be rapture 
if they hammeled 
out their carns?
If they leedled 
in the briny 
with their vornals 
in their slarns?
Is it feebled artful noffle? 
Or do they plother nobben falien ...
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...And it's then, right here, you have to stop! 

The thoughts just get too "alien"!

They're accusing 

and they challenge 

what we humans hold so dear. 

They see us as deficient, 

and it's us, friend, 

causing fear. 

It's us, wrong minded and obscene; 

it's us to waste resources; 

it's us to sow our disrespect, 

and tack our errant courses. 

It's us to foul their briny homes; 

filth eats them all alive! 

It's us to catch them in our nets,

then hate them as despised. 

...And still, they won't molest us, 

or give out like they get. 

Even Orcas won't ingest us 

though we've swum with baby seals, 

yet!

The point? 

We don't communicate... 

with "folks" some still think FISH! 

Some humans even EAT them...

a refined and genteel dish! 

Expand that illustration 

to the folks just down the street...

maybe slightly better eating... 

'til you smell their burning meat...

Like, we impose our motives, folks, 

on creatures from "black space"! 

We would box them into category, 

we'd assign to them their "place." 

We, who know so little, 

would pretend to make distinction; 

we, the "gross untested" 

who provide our own extinction!

We would call them *bad* or *good*, 

and write for them their ethics. 

We'd pretend to understand them, 

and predict, for them, aesthetics. 

We would make pronouncements 

on their conduct or their "badness." 

We would place a value 

on the methods of their *madness*. 

We would squeeze a dollar 
from our wan pontifications, 

and then mock a search 
for honest truth... 

so lost to obfuscation!

Why, we can't "speak" to human beings 

who are the very same... 

yet we'd "humanize an alien," 

and ascribe to them our shame! 

We make them strangely subject 

to the whims of our economy; 

they sell our cars, machines that wash...

they ape our weird philosophy? 

We're, sure (!), our most dishonest 

when we deal amongst ourselves! 

How in hell 
can we decide 

their program; 
(please!) do tell!

• lehmberg2002@gmail.com
• www.AlienView.net

...With An *Other*...

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• Especially when no real *looking* is going on, right? No looking, inexplicably, even in this day of official admissions regarding current events from the US Navy. No looking ...except, of course, by an accepted minority of honest, talented, and largely concerned individuals. It remains that these individuals are decidedly apart from the mainstream and found in a deplored ufologist *fringe*. 
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• At least, good reader, as that "fringe" is characterized by those largely self-interested persons who profit in support of a dodgy klatch of errant souls caught under that VAST malapropism of... the mainstream! The mainstream: a mechanism of empowered psychopaths struggling furiously to profit the few at the clear expense of the many... ...and so not any kind of real society serving "mainstream," really, at all.
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• Still—UFOs are jammed up our nose in peculiar, self-limiting, if salable ways... at every conceivable opportunity! Somebody is *paying* to keep the possibility of the *other* alive. But a "safe" possibility—a "controllable," and therefore a malleable or "deniable" one?
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• Why? Why, indeed. Wonder why we'd wonder that in a constructive crunch of metacognition...
• Perhaps... it's simply but that we really are... ...not alone, reader! Take a moment to let that sink in... then reflect that these suggested entelechies may likely be worse news for the folks in charge and profiting than the folks inadequately charged and paying out too dearly.  Sure... they may eat our heads. They may improve and elevate our heads, too. Both or neither. Remains the future, right? That spins out regardless.
• Official acknowledgment in the grand sense may even coerce the unadmitted unelected leadership to re-update, re-consider, and revamp its self-serving by-laws, codices, and rules, right? This is a nasty toil and an odious exercise if you weren't doing that as a matter of course... trying to officiate a sane and sensible society. Yeah... this is something they loathe, even if understandably, to do. No one wants to redo work thought done... ...Yet, a pox upon them for their self-serving infidelity and not performing same!
• It's an intellectually self-serving solitude they crave. No exterior witnesses to their lurid non-constructive crimes...
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• Intellectual solitude? The very idea of an intellectual "solitude" in the multiverse, it's found in reflection, is ludicrous and wasteful... even obscene! 
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• Moreover, that root idea as expressed has a potentiality so close to zero that you'd win a dozen lotteries before arriving in a universe where the aforementioned "ludicrous" was still, remotely, possible! Truth, I suspect. There is no solitude! There never has been.
• Forget, see, the too constrained, Drake Equation! Dr. Amir D. Aczel, a Massachusetts University mathematics professor and author of ...Probability 1... (about a minute in on James Fox's Out of the Blue film documentary) shows that the likelihood of an *other* is so close to 100% (a decimal followed by a near unending succession of "9"s), that its ultimate value is indistinguishable from one chance... ...in one! 100%
• Reader! Indistinguishable! One hundred percent!
• Remember too, truth-seeker, that humanity itself is its own proof positive that the *other* exists... it's own proof of concept! How does that work?
• Here it is in a nutshell: Nothing that can happen at all... ...happens just once, reader! Not in this universe.
• If it's happened "once"...?...it's happened a million times... a billion times.
• We "happened..." Verily.
• With regard to Fermi's Paradox? Where are they? Where are these *others*, then?
• Well, seven categories of very compelling evidence, evidence enduring every risible if highly organized effort to deride, dismiss, and despoil same... ...says... ...*they (plural is obvious)*... ...are here! Run off into the forest, screaming, now... I'll wait for you to come back...
• [...Jeopardy Music plays...]
• ...What does the preceding mean to you? Outside of being removed from the playpen and given the supervised run of the *house*, *appliances*, and what-not (...cosmic neighborhood/suburb/state/nation...planet?)? Not a damned thing! You can stay in the play-pen!
• ...Yes, you can remain in your straining status of imagined cultural stasis, watch the fly-ridden and increasingly fetid feces-piles stack up in somebody else's corner, endure that which is shoveled down upon you, yourself... get increasingly more sick and infirm and then... ...and then expire gracelessly in misery so profound that Greek-like tragedies would be penned, ultimately, in mournful remembrance of it... had anyone survived. A great legacy for the kids, eh?
• ...Don't think they don't know it, either.
• The alternative?
• Well, that's summed up in spreading your arms, neatly cleaving your heavens... ...then deliberately soaring to a spot far in advance of what the "crib-dwellers" keep so far away from them to their fronts...reader. What you'll be perceiving, yourself, as left far behind.
• Behind is the toxic afterbirth of our tortured spawning.
• Ahead? A universe of potentiality, profundity... permission—dammit... a responsibility!—to explore these things as an intimation of our conjectured immortality.
• You choose for humanity, reader. Alone and sullenly masturbating in a stifling closet quickly filling with your own fecal matter, or making a productive and multi-faceted intercourse with a galaxy of *other* beings... ...the evidence says are there... and already interacting with us! What's it going to be?
• The concrescence LOOMS, folks!
• Consider. Even in the dim, dim unlikelihood that we were alone, reader. We're much better served by functioning culturally in a manner like we were not.  We are, even as unlikely as that likely may be, alone in the multiverse, or we are not. Both are as astonishing as the other, and here we are, reader... disrespecting, degrading, and dismissive of both potential realities vis a vis our disgustingly juvenile and insentient behavior.
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• Be that as all that may be, our largest humility with regard to the matter would NOT be unjustified. Why, it might even be appreciated.
• ...Think that alien just conjectured doesn't realize Cetaceans are people? 
• Restore John Ford, but read on.