…That the first time UFO sightings are confirmed by the U.S. Navy, that political news would bury the story on the networks?? I saw one mention of it on tv, but then I rarely watch anything but CNN…..
From Popular Mechanics: The U.S. Navy has confirmed that three online videos purportedly showing UFOs are genuine. The service says the videos, taken by Navy pilots, show “unexplained aerial phenomena,” but also states that the clips should have never been released to the public in the first place.
https://www.washingtonpost.com › national-security › 2019/09/18 › those-uf…Sep 18, 2019 – Those UFO videos are real, the Navy says, but please stop saying ‘UFO‘ … sightings/observations of unauthorized/unidentified aircraft/objects …
A Navy Pilot Reported Seeing UFOs on an Almost Daily Basis –
May 27, 2019 – As the Times reports, pilot sightings of UFOs have increased
If it weren’t for Trump I bet we would all be trying to guess where the unauthorized/unidentified aircraft/objects come from… Maybe there’s something scarier than Trump to worry about? Who Woulda Thought… I couldn’t handle that…
P.S. Trump says he doesn’t really believe in UFO’s. What does that tell you?
I used to think I would be a child prodigy, but then I got old. Formerly I had fantasies of rubbing elbows with cultural and academic leaders but that did not come to pass because I did not become a cultural or academic leader or any other kind of leader, for that matter. I am not even an "Alpha Dog," a term learned from a friend who had to become "Alpha Dog" in order to influence her own pet. (When gazes lock, she never looks away.)
For years I expected to become a published author, but in passing I could not avoid the fact that I had little to contribute to the world's bulging dumpsters. I'm embarrassed to report that I also considered my primary process artistic productions powerful, rather than mildly neurotic.
Which is not to say that I disrespect myself, only that I am beginning to doubt my potential for making a mark on the world. If I focus on strict self discipline I may be able to keep my garbage removed on a weekly basis, to keep the kitty box changed, the clothes cleaned, the dog watered, fed and walked, but that just catches me up to the starting mark again.
When writing I physically grapple with words, wrestling them from their indifference into attempted chunks of awareness. I sit heavily on my chair; I breathe in artificially cooled air; my ear drums note the tap tap of the keyboard and the steady uninterrupted sound of the air conditioner, What is that sound? The roar of the ocean from 30 yards away...Inside, my thoughts are are balls in an electronic game machine, bouncing hither and yon from lever to lever.
I am a little grim and intent until I recall a dream related by a black man in the prison where I once worked. He said that when he was a small boy, back home, he dreamed he was standing on his front porch pissing, and that he suddenly found himself pissing stars...