UFO Posses

There are vigilantes out there – and we, despite comments to the contrary – are not part of them nor do we pretend to be a group that has to be reckoned with.

Our “job” (as it were) is to try and expose the insidious elements within the UFO community; the elements that destroy what little credibility ufology has left, if there is any credibility left at all.

While many, including us, condemn the 1950s contactees for undermining the flying saucer/UFO phenomenon, the current crop of UFO socialites have down even more damage to ufology than any one of the alleged contactees, and that includes the still rambling Billy Meier.

At least the contactees stayed within the realm of flying saucers, whereas the gaggle of UFO hobbyists who like to party more than investigate the phenomenon take UFOs down into the gutter of horse-play and drunken revelry, all the time pretending to be seriously enamored of the UFO enigma.

Nick Redfern and Greg Bishop are bona fide UFO researchers, but they have a penchant for cavorting with film-maker and playboy wannabe Paul Kimball, a good guy but cavalier in the extreme, and a guy who likes women beyond what psychologists would call normal.

(See the psychiatric account of James Bond and latent homosexuality in The Journal of Psychiatry, Volume XXXIV.)



Mr. Kimball’s UFO film, Best Evidence, gives him, he thinks, carte blanche to visit with UFO dignitaries, while firming up a contingent of UFO researchers who have the patina of investigational expertise but who put camaraderie first on their UFO agenda.

This means that the UFO priority is “good-times” and buddy-longing rather than a full-scale assault on the core mystery of UFOs.

This is fine, as far as it goes, but when we are called “losers” for pointing this out, the opprobrium smacks of miniscule fascism.

Goofy opinion, ours and others, are grist for attack by this posse, when all it boils down to is that they want the attention that we, and others, get.

They resort to bonhomie, while we resort to “new-think,” hoping to make a break-through in the UFO conundrum.

This doesn’t sit well with them. They, especially Mr. Kimball, like the spotlight.

(Take a look at his self-aggrandizing encomiums plastered for a lengthy bit on his blog.)

We don’t wish Mr. Kimball anything bad. We actually think his Zorgrot thing is cute; meaningless totally, but cute.



So, if you take UFOs seriously, or think they should be taken seriously, don’t be hoodwinked by the party-boys.

After all, they only number three, as one can see from the photos taken at the last UFO soiree they attended.