Poem: The Prosthetic Head & The Absence Of Blood

The Prosthetic Head
& The Absence Of Blood

Everyone was out for blood
And there was none.

When Toto pulled back the curtain,
Every mother's son and daughter saw

The bolt-on head. The wax face
Slid off in my hands.
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Alien Mythology No. 23::::::::Gravity Chained?:::::::::Control Gravity And Control The Universe

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". . . It can't be stopped now. But it can be speeded up. Harnessing gravity could put us years ahead and save us enormous sums of money. With control of the universe at stake, a crash program is imperative. We produced the A-bomb, under the huge Manhattan Project, in an amazingly short time. The needs, the urgency today are even greater. The Air Force should end UFO secrecy, give the facts to scientists, the public, to Congress. Once the people realize the truth, they would back - even demand - a crash program. For this is one race we dare not lose. "

from a long article "I know the Secret of the Flying Saucers"

by Maj. Donald E. Keyhoe, TRUE Magazine, January 1966

Frank Rich Hits A Home Run, Using POTUS'S Head As The Baseball

Frank Rich's editorial in this morning's NY Times was a winner. I am not always a fan of his because he can go so far over the top. But when he is on, he is on. Make sure to go read the entire editorial. The first couple of paragraphs follow:

I Care About the Black Folks
By FRANK RICH September 18, 2005

ONCE Toto parts the curtain, the Wizard of Oz can never be the wizard again. He is forever Professor Marvel, blowhard and snake-oil salesman. Hurricane Katrina, which is likely to endure in the American psyche as long as L. Frank Baum's mythic tornado, has similarly unmasked George W. Bush.

The worst storm in our history proved perfect for exposing this president because in one big blast it illuminated all his failings: the rampant cronyism, the empty sloganeering of "compassionate conservatism," the lack of concern for the "underprivileged" his mother condescended to at the Astrodome, the reckless lack of planning for all government operations except tax cuts, the use of spin and photo-ops to camouflage failure and to substitute for action.

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Get Your War On's Take On The Hurricane Katrina Disaster

Get Your War On's take on the Hurricane Katrina aftermath:


Click image to actually be able to read it...
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Alien Lore No. 22::::::::The Run-up To Roswell And Area 51

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On June 24, 1947, the first American UFO sighting occurred. And it occurred right here, in the northwest, not far from Seattle.

Kenneth Arnold was flying a search route in his single-engine plane on the way to Yakima, Washington. Since it as such a clear sky, Arnold put his plane in cruise control. He sat back and watched the beautiful scenery around him.

Suddenly--out of the corner of his eye--Arnold saw some bright flashes of light. He looked over and saw nine bright objects hovering about 9,500 feet above the ground. The objects were heading north to south at about 1,700 miles an hour.

The saucers were heading toward Mount Rainier, so at first Arnold thought they were search planes. As he kept watching, the objects starting going in between Mount Rainier and Mount Adams. This was a distance of 47 miles. Every few seconds the objects would change course, and as they turned, Arnold tried to see tails or wings; there were none. When he drew the objects later on, they looked sort of like boomerangs.

Kenneth Arnold landed and told some of his friends what had happened. Later he found himself surrounded by reporters. He told them that the motion of the strange objects was like that of skimming saucers. A reporter, named Bill Bequette, heard this and put the words "flying saucer" in his article about Arnold.

The next day there were headlines in papers all over the country about what Kenneth Arnold had seen. No one knew what the objects were, not even the United States government. The War Department was looking into what they were because they wanted ships that could travel as fast as these.

After Arnold's sighting, there were hundreds of reports of the strange flying disks every day. There was even one the same day. At the Cascade Mountains, a man named Fred Johnson reported 5 or 6 disks. They had a slight tail, were about thirty feet in diameter, and they reflected the sun when they turned. They weren't flying in any particular formation. As they flew by, Johnson's compass spun. This was the first report of any instrument being affected by the disks.

On June 25th, there were two major sightings. The first was made at Kansas City, Missouri. There were nine objects in loose formation. Another sighting was made by Lloyd Lowry in Pueblo, Colorado. There were two objects close together. It seemed as if one was chasing the other.

On the 26th, there were an incredible number of sightings from Utah, Arizona, Oklahoma, Texas, and New Mexico. There were sightings all over the south-west.

On the 27th, the reports started to change; they became more wide spread. Some came as far north as Canada and Michigan. The reports came from all over the world now.

It started to become a world-wide problem. No one knew what the objects were. Newspapers started to give explanations for what they thought the saucers were. Scientists thought that it was government research.

There are three main lines of speculation about just what had been seen. 1) The hexagon theory. The government was making hexagon shaped aircraft, and at high speeds, it gave the illusion of saucers. 2) They were remote-controlled rockets. 3) They were controlled by some hidden scientific group that was experimenting with different ways of travel.

Shortly thereafter, Roswell occurred and the era of UFOs, crop circles, abductions, cross-breeding, government conspiracies, and cattle mutilations had begun.
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Recall Greg Nickels!

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Painting: Last Days - The Tyrannosaur Steps Into History

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All This Is That Is All That Again

Yesterday, I could no longer publish images on this blog. Old images disappeared and instead displayed the dreaded "403 Forbidden" message. Obviously, no images
would require some sort of new approach.

I've always been amazed that blogger will take anything I throw at it...including multiple images a day and audio blogs.

Somehow, it has been fixed. I will probably hear from Blogger/blogspot sooner or later, telling me they fixed something, or that I am close to the wall on space. And I'll have to figure out what to do next.
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A Strange Notice

This is one of those pictures of indeterminate origin. Whether it's real or a put-on, it's pretty funny. Click the photograph to enlarge. . .


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Happy Birthday KAC

KAC in 1977, New York City.

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babe's picture.

Senator Jerry Melin Speaks Out About 1979

This excerpt from the archives was taped on Christmas Day 1979, at 324 Atlantic Avenue, Apt. 2R, in Brooklyn. As it grew late, we began recording a pseudo-radio show, recapping the year's events, and the prognostications of the various parties "in the studio." I was the moderator, and winging it. . .I just said whatever popped into my head, and gave each of the people their roles. They then had to vamp for a few minutes. Naturally, Mel's contribution was priceless. Again, sorry for the quality...having to use the telephone puts some pretty serious limits on the fidelity. I will try to put up a couple more excerpts soon.

Present at this taping: Jerry Melin, Sean Curran, Keelin Curran, Jack, Nicholas Gattuccio, Colin Curran, and Kevin Curran.

I am putting this up to celebrate what would be Mel's 51st birthday. /jack

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Audio Blog: Jerry Melin & Jack Discuss Shakespeare & "Self-love" Late One Night In NYC

Of the dozens of hours of audio tape I recorded in NYC, only about half an hour seems to still exist, all fairly low-quality, and mostly group projects. I suspect there are cassettes rattling around in cardboard boxes somewhere out there...(if you have them, I'll copy them and send them back!).

I spent many late night hours with Jerry Melin, filling C-90 Cassette tapes with whatever gibberish popped into our heads. A few bits still exist, and I'll be posting them off and on. Between the marginal quality of the originals, and having to pump it into Blogspot via a telephone line (vs. uploading a WAV or MP3), it's a little rocky. . .but perhaps worth listening to. This is 49 seconds long, from 1980. I am putting it up today to celebrate what would have been Mel's 51st birthday. /jack