This past week, I sat and read through a piece coming out of the Pentagon. Basically...the insiders to the Pentagon issued a report that said the county IS NOT equiped to protect the country in a 'potential' alien invasion.
So they suggested eleven ways (fixes) to upgrade and resolve issues.
After reading it....I put it down and have spent a couple of hours pondering over this.
First, they still haven't admitted to anything (you know...like having a couple junked-up UFOs/UAPs or dead alien bodies). They simply say.....if aliens came....they ain't got no way of defeating them.
Who wrote the report? That was a big unknown. I'm guessing it wasn't some Army major or Air Force captain. It was probably a contractor....working for some aerospace company.....that has a crippled-up alien ship and is prepared to sell the Pentagon the technology to defeat the aliens.
Are the aliens evil? Well....no one said that. So where does the threat come from? Unknown.
The fact that we can't even hinder or hold off alien-folks entering the Texas border? Well....yeah, that does come to mind.
Do we even have anything that aliens want? Like diary cows, peanut butter, gold, sport-related videos, dirt-bikes, Tom Cruise movies, waffles, flashlights, or Tab?
Yeah, it's just a lot missing....other than some guy saying we can't fight the evil aliens with what have today. How can you grade or fantasize about this threat....without having something to look over?
What if the aliens really fear us....worrying that we are fairly advanced and might go off to Raja-Nine and steal their stuff?
On my BS-meter....this whole statement by the Pentagon ranks on a scale of one-to-ten....near a '9'. Now, if they pulled out a UFO in pieces and a dead alien body......I might be willing to believe in part of this.
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1950s and 60s, I grew-up on a farm, my four grandparents lived next door.
We always ate healthy.
And, then, the Republic launched astronauts into space, so naturally, Granpa Jack and all us kids sat in front of televisionprogramming with our TV dinners... the same recipe as the astronauts.
Our beverage of choice for those programs:
* Tang, because the astronauts drank the slop.
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Programming.
Such fun!
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At our Saturday family re-unions, my uncle Jesse (middle name 'James'...) gave each kid a book, requiring a book-report on it the following Saturday.
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One book I received was SciFi about a one-person craft landing in Nebraska.
The alien looked human... and proceeded to hand us an eviction notice.
Apparently, some intergalactic bureaucrat decided to route their new freeway through our solar system.
Eminent Domain, perfectly legal.
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They gave us thirty days to vacate the premises.
That would tend to get you focused.
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An aside:
The alien explained his appearance by saying his creators fabricated his human-like body so we would feel comfortable around him.
Unfortunately for the alien, his job was only to serve the papers on us, he was engineered to die in a few days because the creators reduced costs by eliminating any kind of organs to process typical human excretory material.
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And that would tend to get me focused, too.
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