January 6, 2010 - December 30, 2009
Monday, January 04, 2010
ALL ALWAYS ABOUT 'O,' ISN'T IT?
So many things to talk about. In
the, like, new year. All those sheer coincidences, like with the
underpants bomber corresponding with exactly the same American-born
jihadist who was so understandingly kind to the Fort Hood shooter. And
the shutting down of the U.S. Yemen embassy at the same time the Obama
administration insists it still intends to return Yemeni prisoners at
Gitmo to -- wait for it -- Yemen. Or the obvious signs of
disconnect between the Brits' MI5 and our own intelligence
organizations, given Obama's entirely inadvertent newbie repudiation of
relationship" with the U.K. Or the lawyering up of the gonad-fried
Nigerian who just might know
worth knowing about
the who, when, how, and where of the next
terrorist attack on America, meaning the, uh, THIRD such attack on our
nation since the seven year hiatus coincident
with the nastily incompetent Bush
[S'pose we shouldn't mention this old
irrelevant IP post:
When Bush leaves office, it will
be like the
marshal turning in his badge and riding out of Dodge City. It's the
worldwide fear of how the United States will react that has kept the
global pot simmering just below a boil. Even if they suspect that Bush
won't call in airstrikes or a battalion of marines in response to a
truly provocative act, they don't know it for sure. And so they
hesitate, they think and think again, and then they wait. What are they
waiting for? For Bush to be gone. As he will be in January 2009.]
'Course we shouldn't. So we won't.]
Or the awful coincidence that a mere foreign policy blow-up should distract attention from the incredibly compassionate totalitarian healthcare bill everyone hates but the Democratic
majority in congress. Or the continuing erosion
of scientific evidence for a climate-change-driven takeover of
nation-state governments in favor of celebrity do-gooders and western
aristo-autocrats who are determined to save us lunkheads from ourselves. Or the deliberately but spiriturally enlightened government-engineered collapse of capitalism, the U.S. job
market, the dollar, and American credibility in international
negotiations that will effect social justice for all the world's savagely violent barbarians. Why would the have-nots in the global population embarrass the well-intentioned O-Man in such an inconvenient and violent way? Coincidence. Unless it's conspiracy.
Sheesh. What's a poor blogger to do? How do you differentiate coincidence from conspiracy in a first entry after a major holiday during which nobody is paying much attention to anything?
After a break, it's always hard to leap back in with a relevant post
that makes readers say, "Oh, they have
been on top of absolutely everything even while they were sucking up
turkey and stuffing and eggnog.
" Which is why I'm not
inclined to accept the oh-so-moderate view of the perennially moderate Ed
when he says of the Biden-Obama snap:
I’m sure that all is well between the
two, and that this is just a fluke of photography.
He goes on, of course, to initiate his own caption contest. But I'm
thinking we can do better than Hotair here. Consider it a chance to let
loose your own dudgeon about events of the past year. After you weigh
in, we'll ruminate on your input very carefully and then proceed, once
again, to talk about what we want to talk about, as usual.
Except that I have, as always, my own caption to propose first:
Top it if you can.
Happy New Year, everybody.
My Friend, Lloyd Pye
Months ago, I set up two new websites.They were there to deal with the
bubbling, churning convictions of InstaPunk readers who loved science
fiction above all other forms of art. And scientific debate above all
other human disciplines. Faugh. (Hey. It's a hell of a lot easier to
think you have something to say than to say something today, tomorrow,
and the next day.) I remember that shortly before both sites died from
lack of interest, like all things in declining America, they had
occasion to attack Lloyd Pye, whom they ceased to attack only because I
pronounced him a personal friend of mine. Mind you, they hadn't read
anything by Lloyd Pye, had no basis for disrespecting him... it was
just that he
must be a
fucking lunatic because they knew better.
I don't mean to assault my friends. But I do mean to defend my friend.
Yes, he appears on TV regularly. On UFO
, Monster Quest
and probably Ghost Whatnots USA
Does he haunt the airways on the old Art Bell radio show out of Las
Vegas? Yes. Has he become rich from his research on a weird skull dug
out of a desert grave a generation ago? No.
Lloyd Pye is not rich. As smart as he is, he should be. (Here's a nice online book
wrote.Which you can read for free.) But he isn't rich. He's forever
grubbing -- and I do
grubbing -- for money for a fucking DNA test. Why? Obviously because
all he wants from life is to be a goddam Marsdhall McLuhan 15-minute
star. That's why we have corresponded, duelled, agreed and disagreed,
met in person, and exchanged arguments about all manner of subjects for
the last five years. Because he's a fake and I'm a seer. Except he
didn't call me a seer. He called me a polymath. Probably the only thing
he's been seriously wrong about. The older I get, the more I retreat
from my youthful conviction that I know everything about everything.
I'd let all this go except that my personal email lately turned up the
following from Mr. Pye:
A quick update on "MonsterQuest": I
spent three days in El Paso filming again, this time with a forensic
anthropologist named Susan Myster, a charming lady who feels the
Starchild must result from deliberate "manipulation," the term she uses
rather than cradleboarding. Surprisingly, she didn't add "hydrocephaly"
to the mix, as experts usually do, although she (and no one else) can
account for the skull's many other highly unusual characteristics. I'm
not complaining, though. She was an absolute sweetheart, and without a
skeptic of some kind on the show it could not be aired. I assume you
all know by now that this is how the TV game is played when it comes to
Another complaint lodged against me: I get them regularly, as you're
coming to know, but when they're something others might be thinking, as
is suggested in the letter, it's time to air it out with the list
members to see if anyone has anything to add. I try my best to be open
and above-board with everything relating to the important work of
dealing with the Starchild, so negative opinions like this one need to
be addressed, too. The letter is from Ken R., whom I've not heard from
before this message. My reply is below his.
read your book and really enjoyed it; however, one thing is bothering
me. How long is this going to go on for? At the end of your book, you
claimed that the skull only needed one more DNA test to verify that it
isn't human and here we are a couple of years later with still no
answers. I also see that you are branching out into other areas (Big
Foot, fancy web pages, etc.), and can't help but wonder if you are just
trying to make money and a name for yourself. What's the REAL deal with
all this that you have going on? P.S. I am a subscriber to your update
site but am tempted to remove my name because in my eyes you are losing
credibility and I'm sure others are feeling the same. Thank You.
That's a courteous but frank letter of complaint, so I'll give you an
equally courteous but frank answer. If you're on my mailing list you
should already know the situation. We need about $250,000 for a very
special DNA test that can recover the Starchild's entire genome, all 3
billion base pairs. Nothing else will do because we have to be able to
announce to the world exactly HOW FAR the Starchild's genome was from a
typical human's. That is a 3-4 month process, and because of its
extreme importance and sensitivity we will have to film every
significant step in the process to prove we did everything correctly.
We also have to produce a documentary movie that wraps the back story
around the testing process, which will cost another $250,000. So we
need fully a half-million dollar investment to make it happen. In the
world of movie-making this is complete chicken-feed, but in the world
of alternative knowledge, where most of us are not wealthy, it is an
enormous amount. You can be sure that no one wants this to be over with
more than I do. It's been a monkey on my back for 11 years now, and it
feels like an elephant.
Also, if you read my book about this ordeal you should be ashamed of
accusing me of doing it only to make money. The book makes clear that I
had to voluntarily take a "vow of poverty" precisely to avoid giving
scientists any ability to suggest my intentions are nefarious. You've
never seen any copies of the Starchild skull for sale, or bumper
stickers or mugs or posters or Mardi Gras masks or Halloween masks or
kids' pajamas or anything else that would have been easy to make good
money with, because anything like that would immediately cast doubt on
my motives for proving its genetic heritage.
I've deliberately stayed poor and in the process went bankrupt in order
to do this right. Why? Because I've known from the beginning that
everything about the Starchild would be subject to intense scrutiny,
and only scrupulous behavior on my part would pass muster with the
scientists just waiting to pounce on any little misstep I might make.
So far I haven't heard any of them accuse me of the usual offense of
"being in it for the money," so it hurts like hell when someone
supposedly from my own team, like you, suggests that I am.
As for my "fancy" website and my interest in bigfoot, etc., my website
will be new but not fancy because I can't afford to hire professional
help with it. And my interest in hominoids long preceeds my connection
to the Starchild. In fact, my work in that field is why the Starchild
came my way. So until you actually know who I am and how I got into the
position I'm in, you shouldn't be so quick to criticize or make foolish
The REAL deal you asked about is simple: I'm trying to hang on through
the economic downturn, like most people, so I can get on with trying to
connect with the deep pocket person, or persons, who will finally lift
the Starchild burden off our shoulders and place it on the shoulders of
mainstream science, where it has always belonged.
You know... I get tired. Lloyd Pye is an honest man. He's also smart.
How many of you
would want to
go toe to toe with me? When he was wrong he admitted it. When he was
right I embraced it. [Bigfoot lives...!]
He was a tailback at Tulane and more than that:
I was only a fencer. And a saber star. And a Chrysler monster. And, of
Sunday, January 03, 2010
We'll see, won't
Funny. I could have sworn there were
instant videos of Pelosi being sworn in.
Over the holidays I had an old and valued friend explain why he
contravened the Churchillian maxim that if you're not liberal when
you're young, you have no heart, and if you're not conservative when
you're old, you have no brain. He's followed the exact opposite route.
For example, he's foursquare behind ObamaCare, based on an agonizing
personal experience with impotent healthcare bureaucracy he compares
unfavorably to what he's seen in Europe.
I didn't debate the subject with him. He's allowed his views. And I
like and respect him. He also knows a lot about politics -- the sheer
awfulness and tawdriness of it.
I'm not going to debate him backhandedly here, either, since I held my
fire in our phone conversation. What I will do is offer two
observations, one micro and one macro, I'd like everyone to think about
as we embark on a new year.
Micro. It's impossible not to encounter the ridiculous waste,
stupidity, and small-mindedness that characterizes every even fairly
large organization in which we work or otherwise participate. Every
corporate employee finds himself wishing for a deus ex machina
who can descend
from on high with clear judgment and a fair view of what is right and
what is wrong. My observation? The bigger the organization, the less
likely that clear judgment will ever occur. The greater the size,
scope, and scale of the intervening authority, the more waste and
absurdity we are likely to see. Truth is, all the ugly wasted effort we
all encounter in the private sector is a marvel of efficiency compared
to what government does. Inefficiency in the private sector is dealt
with by financial death. Frequently ugly, to be sure, but sure. In the
government sector it's dealt with by increasing the budget.
Macro. The people in charge, despite the Obama gloss, are still the
Baby Boomers. And guess what? They've spent their whole lives looking
for easy answers and now they're, well, exhausted
. In every possible way.
They've explored every nook and cranny of existence and they just don't
believe in people anymore, because the people they know best are, TA
DA, Baby Boomers. Who don't believe in anything. Because they've
believed in everything you can possibly imagine except themselves. Who
they always knew were never any damn good.
I'm not dissing my friend. I feel it myself.
What you're fighting as you try to save our nation. Fight well. And
fight hard. We're the worst of all possible enemies. Better educated
than you and completely filled with darkness.