WWBHSASH? — What Would Bill Hicks Say About Sandy Hook?: Part Three — by Hugh Mungus
COCKTAILS AND FALLOUT
We huddled in our Midwest motel room watching the dangerous cloud of cesium-137 ― a radioisotope known to cause cancer ― as it engulfed the city of Omaha.
I mixed myself another discount drink.
I could hear Vanna White’s vacuous laughter resonating from the flat screen in the lobby.
“Was this happening?” I wondered, quivering as I brought the plastic convenience cup containing the iceless Cape Cod to my lips.
It was something straight out of a ‘50s science fiction flick. The one during which a distraught protagonist warns of imminent disaster, but nobody listens. Rather, neighbors continue painting their lawns or spackling beloved pet’s assholes, oblivious to what’s occurring.
The alcohol took hold. I dove headfirst into a sea of lucidity. “Of course people think you’re crazier than a JFK suicide theory,” I rationalized. “Radiation isn’t blue.”
It was true. Had iodine-131 innately possessed a color, clouds of this malignant radionuclide, drifting over major cities, would’ve resulted in panic ― a demand governments do everything to protect us. Out of sight truly was out of mind. This I understood watching the projections of radioactive fallout deluge Earth, from the Website of the ZAMG ― the oldest weather reporting service in the world.
I E-mailed family and friends the above information, pleading with folks to take a stand. My appeals were met with blank, glassy-eyed stares. Was I speaking a foreign language?
“Who cares if folks didn’t comprehend what I was saying?” I assured myself. When all else failed, I’d always been able to write. And so, that’s what I did.
One thousand E-mails ― each one more well-done than burnt meat ― to elected officials throughout the U.S. This was why I was holed up in a motel room in Nebraska, anyway: penning to state reps, whilst following events in Japan. Besides my mom, my family thought I was insane, and continue to conclude I'd momentarily lost my faculties.
There was no way to validate my assertions, since radioactive fallout doesn't come in colors. As such, I eventually told everybody what they wanted to hear: "I'm okay now, and I'll never check out a Fukushima post again.” Privately, I continued to investigate the subject, while staying silent.
As for response from the 1,000 politicians, I would’ve been more successful in producing a Casablanca remake with the original cast. Only one representative returned my correspondence. He vehemently asserted his position against nuclear power, and then did nothing. Why do we pay taxes again?
When it comes to Fukushima, what do people think is going to happen? You've got three nuclear reactors in meltdown, open to the sky. In addition, there are thousands of spent fuel rods ― plausibly as treacherous as the reactors, themselves ― spewing various radioactive isotopes into the atmosphere. All this has been taking place for the past three years in the jet stream that flows directly over the continental U.S.
What does the current mitigation plan of this nightmare look like? Last I checked, it was being conducted by a group ― literally employing duct tape as a solution ― now so irradiated, most of them are probably dead.
I've researched documentaries in which filmmakers assert the potential for international disaster has been greatly exaggerated. They base their conclusions upon the fact nobody has perished thus far, due to fallout from the afflicted plant. Such an argument is absurd, since radiation causes latent cancers. With a mainstream media blackout on the topic, how are we to know who’s, died resultant of Fukushima, and who hasn’t? The longer this crisis continues, the higher the number of people who will contract life-threatening illnesses.
At present, 40% of any demographic ― adolescents, children, men, women, and any subset therein ― will develop some form of cancer during their lives. With Fukushima, are we looking at an increase to 50, perhaps 60%? Long-term effects are the dilemma, and nobody will be able to definitively point the finger of blame at Fukushima's fallout. Seventy years ago, cancer was rare. Today, it's common among almost half the population. Folks don't wonder why. They just accept it.
With at least 2,053 nuclear weapons detonations internationally, it doesn't take a Mensa member to realize the astronomical increase in cancers is largely due to governmental nuclear trials.
Amidst conflicting reports coming from Japan, and conventional news pretending the topic didn’t exist, it was nearly impossible to know who to believe. Hence, I looked to history for erudition. Little did I know what I uncovered would be so damning.
Governments have irradiated humanity, and lied about doing so.
Knowing these truths, why would you trust any hegemony regarding information about Fukushima? It’s as intelligent as giving a 4 year old child a loaded handgun, and telling him to play cowboys and indians with his brothers.
BIG VALLEY
Shivering in the sub-freezing temperatures of a dying vehicle, I stared at the lie mocking me beneath the emergency room entrance.
"Your health is our main concern" read the spurious words.
"What a fuckin' joke," I whispered, my breath taking observable form, and fanning out in front of me. "If our health was your 'main concern,' " I thought to myself, "you'd be treating us for free."
This beguiling company — along with all other deceiving corporations — was lying to our faces, and we, as a species, were allowing it to happen. If this hospital — a business at which my mom was currently holed up — had a 'main concern,' it was obviously money, since they weren't tending to the sick without promise of remuneration.
Say someone wandered into the emergency room, in dire need of medical assistance. If that person didn't have insurance, they would either be turned away, or gouged to the end of their days with debt, simply for receiving what — in a logical society — would be provided gratuitously to everybody.
Face facts: Whatever this is, it's not the "Land of the Free." In the Land of the Free, people don't starve to death, they don't sleep on sidewalks in winter and they don't die because they can't receive medical treatment. Why? Because they live in the Land of the Free! Thus, they, themselves are free, as is everything within such a society. Hence, the term. You can't be free, and still be enslaved by a monetary system. It's impossible. If you're enslaved, you're enslaved. Period.
Such is the obvious case regarding our current situation — you live in the Land of the Enslaved, even though the government will beat it into your head you're liberated. If you're not free, you're enslaved. End of fuckin' story.
Do you think a vagrant surviving on rotting meat he uncovers in a dumpster feels free? Does a patient dying of government-caused cancer — incurring an impregnable mountain of debt in the process — bask in his "freedom"? Do employees — otherwise known as slaves — awaken at 3 AM so they can flip GMO-riddled fries, and ponder their "liberation"?
When you reduce our situation to fundamentals, humans on Earth are anything but free! Not only are we currently trapped on a remote prison of this cosmos — unable to escape, should the shit come down — but we're allowing ourselves to be enslaved by psychopaths amongst us. Through it all, we consume this cooked-up calumny lacing our good ol', "American" — whatever the fuck that term means — apple pie, via the erroneous sales pitch: "We're free!"
It's beneath this Normal Rockwell portrait reality resides. Splash paint thinner on the bucolic lie, and view the Salvador Dali truth below. You're gorging on abundant doses of propaganda. These heapin' helpins are served up via mainstream media, school and the general notion you're liberated. All this, even though you're forced to — at penalty of death — enslave yourself at a job you abhor, pay debts that don't exist, and reside in subjugation beneath the constant threat of nuclear annihilation.
"How can such a colossal lie have been concealed from us?"
Ask yourself if you knew — prior to reading The Red Pill or the Unraveled series — live, thermonuclear weapons had been flown over your head, by your own government, for decades. Question as to whether you were aware IBM — whose products you use every day — deliberately slaughtered 11 million innocent people during World War II. Query why it's not screamingly common knowledge the god of the Old Testament demanded people kill and rape each other.
The obvious answer is we've been lied to. The truth — which is perpetually at our fingertips — has been suppressed from us. When the media is your propaganda arm, and schools your indoctrination institutions, you control what you want the public to hear, and force feed them the lies you want them to digest. Thus, it's laughingly simple — and everyday business-as usual — to hide whatever you want from a populace, and show them solely that which you desire they see.
Into this backdrop comes a wave of UFO sightings so conspicuous, it's only rivaled by events portrayed in the movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind. We're talkin' motorists on major stretches of highway stopping their cars — in droves — and exiting their vehicles, to observe craft described as the size of "football stadiums" hovering above them for minutes. Moreover, such was not a lone incident, but one that occurred regularly in the Hudson Valley of New York, during the 1980s and '90s.
Among the witnesses were pilots, police officers, politicians, scientists and countless others typically deemed credible in this ass-backwards paradigm we refer to as "normal." When all was anything but said and done — since sightings in this region still occur, albeit less frequently — tens of thousands claim to have observed the unexplained over the Hudson Valley.
"This in incredible! How come this story isn't featured every night in the news?!"
Again, does CNN inform you the Ford Motor Company used slave labor — which it tortured and often killed — to produce over 30% of Hitler's trucks during World War II? Obviously not. As a result, you blindly continue driving your Ford Fuckup around your prison cell, happy as a slave can be.
Thus, why would MSNBC feel the need to apprise you of an armada of what appear to be spacecraft of unknown origin, blanketing the skies in an area where you don't reside? If you can't see it, and they don't want you to know about it, you're as sightless to it as a Texas blind salamander.
" 'This is Lieutenant Peterson from New Castle PD. Do you have any aircraft in our area?'
'You mean the lights? Have people been calling reporting lights?'
'Well, we got a good load of reports from residents in the area, and several of our officers saw it, also. The people are getting somewhat upset about it, and I don't know what to tell them.'
'Don't worry about it. They are most likely planes.'
'What we saw was not planes.'
'Just tell the people they saw planes.'
'Did you spot anything on radar?'
'Yes, we had something, but it turned away, and we lost it.'
'What was it? The people around here are seeing something!'
'It's planes, at least that's what I was told. Anyway, there's nothing we could do about it.' "
Even though the above exchange between an air traffic controller and Lieutenant Herbert Peterson of the New Castle Township police was captured on audiotape, the Federal Aviation Administration denies it ever occurred. At that point, though, to many of the populace of the Hudson Valley — in New York State — it didn't matter. Massive, triangular craft were silently hovering over this portion of the country, and tens of thousands were witnessing them. Dozens of motorists per incident were literally stopping their vehicles in the middle of the Taconic Parkway — a highly traversed artery — exiting their cars, and staring up in unison at the immense, aerial anomalies overhead. Each evening was a 1950's science fiction blockbuster come to life.
"As I looked left, something drew my attention toward the sky and I looked up.
My first interpretation was that it was a very bright constellation, so I looked back at the road and then back up again, and it appeared the thing was now closer to me and that I was looking up at the bottom of it. All white lights, but bright lights with nothing showing down. It was just like a cluster of bright lights — maybe comparing it to a chandelier, where there's no beam or anything, just a series of lights in an elongated circle. I didn't stop to count how many there were, maybe nine or ten clusters.
Now, at this point I'm concerned about my mind. I'm ready to have myself committed. What really made me go 'Ahhhh!' was the fact that it was enormous, like a football field in size. Big! I'm saying to myself, 'Close Encounters, is this what's happening to me? This is not happening.'
Basically, at this point it is stationary overhead. We are talking about a matter of seconds. [...]
The curious thing about it was that when it was immediately overhead, there was almost total silence."
Danbury police officer Lieutenant Kevin Barry was at wits' end to explain what he saw on the evening of July 12, 1984. How could he not be? During the '80s and 90s, the Hudson Valley seemed under invasion — deluged with multitudinous, corroborative reports. Throughout the barrage, the mainstream media remained silent on the wave of UFOs that was blanketing this portion of the East Coast. In addition, the scientific community — purportedly the pillar of objectivity — refused to acknowledge anything anomalous, let alone attempt to investigate this conundrum.
Instead, weak excuses — that became jokes among the community, when not inciting anger — were offered as explanations for craft the size of shopping malls, maneuvering above.
Bill Hele — chief meteorologist for the National Weather Corporation — related his sighting, after encountering the enigmatic along the Taconic Parkway:
"I went down a hill and up to the crest of the next, and at that point I was beginning to become concerned as to what it could be. I was curious enough to pull my car off the road. I got out and took another look at this thing.
I have been around planes for the past twenty years — and at that point I realized that this thing did not have the appearance of any known object or anything similar to an airplane or group of airplanes that I'd ever seen.
I began to study this series of six or seven lights coming at me. The appearance of the lights was like a large check mark or a V with one end of the V clipped off. As the object approached, there was no sound. I estimate the initial altitude to be under 2,000 feet. As it approached, it seemed to be lowering to approximately 1,000 feet.
Soon it was at about a forty-five-degree angle to me away from the ground and away from the moon, which was full. The object slowed down, not to a stop but nearly to a crawl, still moving. All the lights were changing color at a different time frame from the other lights, as if it had a rotating prism within the lights. No aircraft I've ever seen has a rotating prism for a light source. […]
[I] continued to stare at it. It was about 1,000 feet above me, and it subtended an arc in the sky that led me to believe that perhaps I was looking at a series of lights about a quarter of a mile long."
Even though residents were reporting solid craft — typically triangular, or V-shaped, and silent — the government did their best to explain away these anomalies as either ultralights or small planes flying in formation. When one crunches the numbers, not only do such excuses become impossible, they become preposterous.
You've probably seen ultralights buzzing fields during your travels, but may not have been aware of the nomenclature for such minimalistic flying machines. These "weed-whackers with wings" are categorized as any aircraft tipping the scales at no more than 254 pounds. Think literally a dozen metal bars, some stretchable fabric for wings, a seat and an engine you wouldn't be surprised to find in a small riding lawnmower.
Obviously not designed for speed, top end on an ultralight is just slightly more than 50 miles per hour. Since these craft are so buoyant, it takes propulsion no more than 28 mph to keep them aloft. As a result of the ultralight's slight frame, flying in winds of 15 miles per hour, or more, is definitely not suggested. Hence, these craft are at the mercy of the breezes blowing during flight. A moderate gust could easily cause an ultralight to travel in reverse for a period of time, and flying in formation is extremely difficult — a task only trained professionals would be able to accomplish.
Since wind speeds on many of the nights UFOs were allegedly witnessed in the Hudson Valley were upwards of 35 mph, the ultralights flying in formation explanation seems tenuous. When you weigh in the fact most unidentified objects seen in this region were observed after dark, you've got another dilemma. The government has deemed it illegal to fly ultralights at night. Suddenly, our catch-all excuse seems to be crumbling like coffee cake.
Add onto this the strident noise produced by the engine of an ultralight, let alone numerous ultralights, and you've got real problems! Almost all witnesses reporting UFOs in the Hudson Valley during the '80s and '90s claim the crafts they observed were silent, or at most, emitted a low hum. A formation of ultralights buzzing overhead would be so jarring, it would be unmistakable as to what it was.
Additionally, as previously stated, ultralights have a top speed of little more than 50 miles per hour. Since numerous witnesses report the craft they observed racing into space at tremendous speed — after protracted periods of hovering — how could such be possible in a vehicle that can't even propel itself faster than a hatchback Chevy Vega?
Considering no arrests were issued due to ultralight, nor small plane, pilots perpetrating a hoax — and flying illegally — one buys the government story regarding Hudson Valley as readily as one would purchase a used condom.
"It was so close that if I had a baseball I could have hit it," exclaims then-deputy clerk for Putnam County, Dennis Sant.
According to Sant, the object he, his family and neighbors observed on March 17, 1983 was V-shaped, and slowly drifting a mere 50 feet above the roof of his house. Dennis described the anomaly as, "a city of lights in the sky."
The craft was moving so slowly, he was able to trot beneath it, in order to keep pace with it.
"As we approached the house I saw a large, triangular object hovering over my yard about fifty feet from my house. It seemed to be not much higher than my roof.
We pulled into the driveway, and we all jumped out and ran into the backyard. The object was no longer there. I took the children into the house to get them ready for bed, but I felt a strong urge to go back outside.
As soon as I left the house, I saw the object hovering over I-84, just one hundred yards or so away and twenty feet or so above a truck that was passing underneath it. I ran in and got my children and my father, and we started to watch it.
It now seemed to be just above a truck that had pulled over to the side of the highway. I was amazed to see how low the object was. The traffic was stopped, and people were out of their cars looking up at it. You could see people on the bridge pointing at it.
I remember saying to myself, 'I wish I could get a better look at it.' And as I was thinking that, it made a 360-degree turn, as if rotating on a wheel, stopped, and started to float in my direction.
It continued to approach me, and I just stood there transfixed. It stopped forty feet from me and was hovering twenty feet above a telephone pole in front of my house. [...]
It was a very large, V-shaped object, a very massive size. I watched it from the time it left I-84 until the time it hovered, for approximately three minutes, and at that point all the lights seemed to intensify. I don't know if additional lights came on or if the same lights got a great deal brighter, but it was maybe three times as bright. It illuminated the whole area. […]
It seemed to be about the width of a football field and was a dark, very gray metal. It was so close you could hit it with a baseball. […]
At that point, I started to jog, and I seemed to have been almost directly underneath it, or maybe five or ten feet behind it. I could hear a low engine sound, very finely tuned. It wasn't audible at all until it hovered very close."
Those recalcitrant to objectively view the evidence regarding otherworldly UFO visitation to Earth, will often claim pilots make the worst witnesses of aerial phenomena. Apparently, this argument hinges on an obscure notion those at the helms of planes somehow can't discern properly that which occupies the skies.
Think about this logically. Why would you issue a license to fly aircraft to a person who is categorically one of the worst observers of things airborne? This line of irrationality doesn't make sense. It's akin to claiming professional hunters are the worst adjudicators of what to shoot and what not. Well, why put a gun in their hand then, since they're the most likely demographic to mistake a human for a bear, and start blowin' random people away?
A plane can be a lethal weapon in the hands of those controlling it. Do you give a cop a license to carry a gun, if you don't feel he or she can differentiate between an innocent individual and those who have murdered?
The above stated, what follows are testimonies of pilots who witnessed the anomalous in the skies over the Hudson Valley.
Driving north on the Taconic Parkway, pilot Glen Skinner couldn't help but notice the conspicuous V-formation of illuminations above him in the distance.
"I couldn't tell whether it was moving. I knew it wasn't a star formation because I've never seen anything like it before. I slowed down to about thirty of forty miles an hour just to try to watch the road and the object at the same time. There were three or four lights on each side.
I was looking up at it, looking down at the road, looking up and down, and when I looked up again it was gone. It was pointing southwest, and it was almost directly overhead when it vanished, as if someone had turned off the lights.
I'm a private pilot, working on a commercial license. I know it wasn't an aircraft. It wasn't airplanes flying in formation because they just don't do that at night. They usually have port and starboard lights, and these lights weren't green."
On May 31st, 1984, pilot David Boyd:
"saw these lights in the sky. Seven, I believe. They were red. They were in a V formation. I estimated about 800 to 1,000 feet above ground level, coming toward me.
I stopped the car and looked at it, put my head out the window, and didn't hear anything. It turned to the left, from west to north. It did not bank particularly — about what I do on a final approach, except it was a flat turn, there was no bank to it — and the relationship of the lights changed slightly. The whole process took maybe four minutes. It went out of sight.
I was told that it was ultralights in formation. I questioned that because I don't know many guys who fly ultralights in formation. […]
How could a number of objects do something like that? It was moving about thirty knots an hour, very slowly for a formation of planes. It was moving much slower than anything I have ever flown. Anything flying that slow would drop to the ground."
Private pilot William Durkin purports to having seen the same object deputy clerk Dennis Sant, and his family, witnessed on the evening of March 17, 1983.
"I was driving west on I-84 when I saw a series of bright lights approaching from the south. They were almost behind me, and I had to angle my rearview mirror to get a look at them.
Then I noticed that several people were driving erratically, all seeming to be watching the lights. Traffic in the opposite lanes was coming to a halt as the lights approached, and people were getting out of their cars.
At first I thought it was a large jetliner flying very low, perhaps in trouble. Then I realized it was coming too slow to be any type of conventional aircraft, and at this time I could see it was boomerang in shape.
I could see some type of dark, pipe-like structure connecting the lights. They were right over my head, and I couldn't hear any sound."
Durkin shouted at a some of the motorists who had pulled to the side of the highway to watch the aerial display. One driver screamed in reply:
" 'My God! It's a UFO!'
I'm a pilot and I'm familiar with all types of prop-driven aircraft, and this was not any type of aircraft I'm familiar with, I'm sure of that."
After the airborne enigma hovered stationary above a truck not far from William's vehicle, the pilot asserted:
"Then a brilliant beam of white light came down and engulfed the truck. The light stayed on for several seconds and then went off. The driver, who was still in the truck, quickly put the truck in gear and sped off."
A pilot who's flown commercial craft for more than 30 years, Randy Etting exclaimed: "This aircraft in formation theory sounds to me like the prattling of idiots."
Etting had his own sighting on May 26th, 1987. Whilst walking, at roughly 9:30 PM, Randy observed numerous orange and red lights in the evening sky, headed his way. Due to the size of the illuminations, Randy initially deduced they were emanating from a jetliner about to crash. What caused him to conclude otherwise was the preponderance of red lights on the vehicle above him; far too many to signify a plane.
Racing home, Etting grabbed a pair of binoculars and, through them, viewed the enigma — which was much closer, and now appeared to be above Interstate 84. Randy was definitely not alone in his encounter, as numerous neighbors stood outside, in awe, gazing up at the conundrum.
The anomaly in question appeared to be semi-disc-shaped, as Etting reported lights in a half circle. Even though the object seemed immense, it emitted no sound, as all present watched it slowly float westward.
Upon calling the Connecticut State Police, Randy was informed the enigma was attributable to ultralights painted black, and flying in formation, whilst dangling Chinese lanterns from their wings. Why not just claim the lights were the result of Errol Flynn's asshole, risen from the grave and miraculously illuminated by fireflies buzzing said malodorous orifice?
Drivers on both sides of the highway stopped and exited their vehicles, gazing skyward. As with numerous other incidents, police officers observed whatever was overhead that evening. One even shot an extremely compelling photo of such, which can be found in the book Night Siege: The Hudson Valley UFO Sightings. The picture in question has been examined by Dr. Bruce Macabee — physicist and Navy photo analyst — and determined to be genuine, displaying a craft upwards of 1,000 feet across.
In all, more than 100 observers witnessed the same unidentified flying object that evening.
The obvious question arises: With the subject of UFOs being the beginning of the end — when it comes to one's slavery, uh, career — why would so many people go on record, and risk all they had? None of these individuals — nor multitudinous others had anything to gain from speaking out. In fact — due to the negative light in which the UFO topic is viewed in the "professional" field — these individuals stood only to lose from their disclosure.
When the dust settles, we're left with tens of thousands of people who claim to have witnessed aerial enigmas in the Hudson Valley of New York; and a government — with a scientific community in their back pocket — who refuse to admit such warrants further investigation.
Government: Once again, bakin' the shit pies, and servin' 'em up, piping hot!
Sources:
Books:
Hynek, Dr. J. Allen; Imbrogno, Philip J.; Pratt, Bob. (1998). Night Siege: The Hudson Valley UFO Sightings. Llewellyn Publications. ISBN: 156718362X
Zimmermann, Linda. (2014). Hudson Valley UFOs: Startling Eyewitness Accounts from 1909 to the Present. Eagle Press. ISBN: 9781937174019
Zimmermann, Linda. (2013). In the Night Sky. Eagle Press. ISBN: 9781937174194
Online Movies:
Linda Zimmermann: Hudson Valley UFOs:
UFO Case Review: Hudson Valley Sightings, 1981–1995:
Unsolved Mysteries: Dennis Sant:
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