Showing posts with label fan mail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fan mail. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 08, 2008





Judging from an email I received today, at least one reader didn't much like my aboutSETI.com post on human-alien hybridization. Here's a choice paragraph:

The absurd stupidity, of not a true immersion in the data, dammit Mac there are big ships that hang out in the atlantic send scores of transport buses into NY, long island etc and the abductees are taken to auditorium sized exam rooms with hundreds of tables assembly lines of hybrid generation.--some nights--and the incubatoriums have thusands of cells with hybrids in them.


"Dammit Mac" indeed. Apparently I'm just totally out of touch.

Friday, September 19, 2008





I get letters. Oh, do I ever. Usually the crank emails are innocuous enough, but sometimes they pretend to a cheesy sense of malevolence, like communiques from an "X-Files" out-take.

Take, for example, the most recent:

There is a very sophisticated CI program in process.

I could name many names. It isn't healthy to do so.
Do you really understand? I doubt it but I'll give it a try.
(I received a warning concerning mention of some topics)

This CI Program, base on criteria that are not entirely explicable , has turned and recruited several well known
names in the field. Names once I respected.

The CI operatives have a list and an agenda. This list
is the shaping and directing of those on this list.
You are on such a list. I can't imagine the need in fact,
You confuse and travel down false trails without help
How much you have been mentored maliciously is unknown.

Several of your travels were not accidental .
You, and a coterie, are recipients of this CI effort.
An operative lives in AZ.

The message is said with plausible deniability.
None of this is true. it is all mind games.
Or is it?

You will find the truth by carefully going through
experiences. Go into a quiet room and examine fresh
all your experiences regarding those who have taken
time to mentor and influence.

This is either raving nonsense or a vital step in
understanding what is going on.

Your choice. Your comprehension.
The full reality, however large you think it is
is bigger than you can imagine.
A fortuitous accident "random" error
of a CI op informed.

You have a mind leash. Go find it.

Believe none of this, Examine mentors.
Someone else sent this.


It's not that I lack a tough skin, but when criticism (however disjointed) takes on the creepy, obsessional vibe evidenced by the ramblings above, you can be sure the sender's address goes into my kill-file.

(Speaking of UFO kookdom, it appears things aren't going terribly well in the world of Colonel Capslock.)