Tuesday, August 09, 2005

I thought I'd better stir myself again.

Going on holiday and coming back to a mailbox of 1200 messages is not everyone's cup of tea but this year, I actually enjoyed the experience. For one thing, it gives you an objective view of what's gone on, on various threads on various boards without the immediacy of the emotional kick back that would have occurred at the time.

So naturally, my attention was drawn to the continuing battle on UFO UpDates in relation to Nick Redfern's theory on Roswell and the fact that this time, it was Brad Sparks who had stepped up to the plate. And what an unpleasant so and so he's turning out to be. I thought I was "in your face" but he gets so close that you can smell his halitosis. Like others before him, they huff and they puff but no real cracks seem to appear. And so we wonder off into what I call "Dianne Land". Dianne was my mother-in-law, now deceased, who we used to mock and tease endlessly for her habit of just plain making things up. Not lies but just sheer fantasy. She would see a guy on a bus for example and without even engaging him in conversation, would return and explain his whole life story to the rest of us. In fairness, there were lots of "maybe's" and "perhaps"in the tales that followed.

And so it has become with Brad. "Maybe they did this", "Maybe they did that" and so on. We've now left fact for what Brad would no doubt describe as his vast experience and insight of the intelligence community but what I would describe as sheer desperation.

But there is a complication with Brad's extremely tenacious approach that others have either chosen to overlook or have just plain forgot. On more than one occasion, Brad has announced that he has research that he feels would blow the lid off Roswell (or something like that) and advance the progress of the case, regretfully, according to him, in a non alien direction. When pressed of course, as he has been numerous times, reasons are offerred as to why this research cannot be produced.

And then this bastard Redfern comes along and steals all the thunder.

Plea; Would someone, somewhere, please step forward with a reasonable counter argument to Nick's case so that we can put it all to bed and go home.

And then there's the other joker in the barrel, Michael Salla. This saga has turned out to be very, very funny. In fact, absolutely hilarious. There is no other name for what has been going on with this guy that applies more accurately and succinctly that whack-a-mole. Up he pops, only to be whacked about the head, only to pop right back up again, only to be whacked about the head, only to pop back up again. And again, and again, and again. He may be talking rubbish but he has utterly and totally out argued, side stepped, and generally jinxed his way right round the so called best brains in the game. And he's still standing there, smiling, waiting for the next hit. Dear oh dear.

Other than that, yes thanks, I had a very nice holiday.

1 Comments:

Blogger Paul Kimball said...

Stuart:

Good to see you're back.

Having said that... :-)

If you think Salla has outargued the "best brains" in ufology, you just haven't been reading very closely. The internal inconsistencies in his various statements alone make him worthy of nothing more than derision.

He is the epitome of Shakespeare's famous passage from MacBeth (I now paraphrase):

"Salla is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; his is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."

Salla's "hour" is, I think, pretty much up.

Paul

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