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Frank Feschino lives my friend! Remember him as you pretend you took no sides when he'd disclosed... his tale to us on Errol's show..
Invited, he just tells the story. There is no reward or glory, just a smear by those effused with ignorance* that Frank refutes. It's at this point I have to add: "reward" and "glory" should be had. Feschino's earned it truth be known, he's hewn a path it has been shown...
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Not that he'd expected praise; he is dismayed at the "disgrace." See, all he did was sift too well the "well raked dust" of Bluebook's "tell." Too, what was told as data's sieved, and facts appear we can't forgive? Why, a betrayal of the trust which others missed! It's not discussed! ...Or, what occurs when trust's abused, and all Frank's work was then misused... to cheaply make the printer's buck, a steaming pile of "published suck"...
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Hauling data, Frank's returned. Sixteen years his search had churned! Too, he's been busy "prosecuting" all the claims expressed refuting! Truth be told, it's all worked out... and documented, hope to shout. Project Bluebook as I said, a trove of treasure as it's read. Then, in print: named journalists describing facts as they exist! Last, "first-persons" make account what they all saw to fly about... together all this paints a picture. If we but copped, we'd be the richer.
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Still, dismiss him—and the stars—plus all of ones professed regard to hoeing righteous rows in science! The lack of which tempts pseudoscience. See, he pinpoints, plots, and notes the time-hacks... ...points where UFOs had made their impact. He defines an audit trail! It's the saucer's holy grail!
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Lo, some were damaged, spitting smoke. This was reported, not a joke: connected points, established flight-paths... of UFOs. Now, there's your cold draught!
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Seems Frank might be, what I sure feel... is the righteous, real deal. The harbinger of fact portrayed: a truth resembling hand grenades!
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Too, there's interest from lettered principals most agree are more than sensible. Massive data must sustain more truth per drop than's been maintained by specious words or ill campaigns employed to cant considered brains!
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Frank's been at this, years, my friend! See, you've the "cant," I would contend. You condemned him without reading, without so much as even reaching! Then locked ranks to shut him out without a thought t'what he's about!
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Too, all because his book was raped (!) dispatched to an ignoble jape; perverted by an errant press and hacked beyond belief: oppressed! Ask Don Ledger who contends: that "errant press," too, hacked on him!
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...Some reactive meme dispatched, to aid "pro-active effort's" crash? Folks who can't see other venues, the "blinkered fools" with jealous "menus," these must have it all their way... or make the rest, then, rue their day! ...Though, truth is truth and shall not go the way that one might want, you know?
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Frank has, frankly, done the work where others, frankly, weren't alert! This must help to open doors obstructed by "convention's" force, a force maintaining world views of niggards wishing mundane news!
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Shoot Them Down is called a hoax and mocked, insulted... made a joke, but now it has deserving edit, a second look provokes its credit! Too! Feschino's story's caught the eye of persons more amazed than I!
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Though, Frank's accused of a "destruction " a "very silly" contrived "construction "... built to "bring the 'study' down..." already limping and unsound!
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But that's a crock, the data's there! This has one by the shortest hair. See, it's in the record no one read! If it's a snake, it's bit! You're dead!
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Condon was a liar, hoss, and what's that fare, friend? What's our loss? What would we be if we weren't slaves... ...and faced our future... acted brave?
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...Truth is better through my lens... ...facilitates respect, my friend .
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Too, I... suspect that Frank's sincere, accept his work (oh my... oh dear!), and show that it's not Frank to say... compelling truth! No, that's "Bluebook's" play.
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See? Over half the data's there. All had missed the "thread," Mon Frère! Likely blinded by Herr Condon... ill perceived "non-truth," the problem. Dick and Jerry*, primrose "led" to be so hard-nosed, and that said? Science fiction is far off... but data driven? Those shoes drop!
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It won't impede the crushing fact that "Shoot Them Down" was "orders," Jack! We would want a saucer bad, so risk a war with "others"! Mad!
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Too, it's not like we can't be stupid... addled, brainless… less than lucid, caught within the errant snare that we're "alone," but au contraire! ...
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Now I don't know what I've found out is truly what it's all about, but I respect what Frank has done... what he's late writ and by the ton! Too, some heavy-weights have waded in? Those who scoffed, prepare your chins!
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Friedman, Cox, and Porterfield know the data cited's real. Good and Barker make a case, and Maccabee has interest placed. Responsible, one follows data, the rest is bupkis; zero... nada.
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Think! There is more that has been missed if these men think this might exist. If I'm wrong, I'll say "mea culpa", double-slap my face like Culkin, apologize in verse and prose... admit that "you" were on the nose. I don't believe I'm wrong, at all; convictions "soar and cleave"—my call!
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Just remember out of tact, that good men died and that's a fact, when UFOs traversed the sky and our jets chased them, Frank confides. We would try to shoot them down, just to have one, how unsound. "Lurid duels of death," described, precludes denials—as denied—that we would fight an air war, then, with our jet planes and our brave men. Though that is what, it seems to me, what had occurred, and with ET.
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Data has direction, friend, conclusions are arrived at when: the picture "painted" makes all sense, is coming clean on its first rinse, and is not stretched or made contrived—presuming any sense survived—and what remains must fit the facts t'would all admit was such as that.
alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net
* the late Richard Hall and Jerry Clark (if with appropriate respect...)
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Three generations of serious UFO researchers just missed it; the biggest flap in United States History, a flap of which we too faintly or even barely heard. 1952s Summer Of Saucers: a plethora of saucers extant and unambiguous orders to... Shoot Them Down.
Three generations of "UFO Hunters" from Keyhoe to Kimball, reader, never recognized the fumbled ufological ball!
Gray Barker, of all people, got close... he knew this was a puzzle with many pieces, but he didn't have Bluebook.
A "special thank you" is extended to Dr Edward Condon, then, the stealth spook and authoritarian obfurator who had Bluebook in toto and blew it off of cowardly needs niggardly, decidedly short sighted, and dangerous. Ignorance always is. Shame Dr. Condon! Shame!
Ask Stanton Friedman... the generation between Keyhoe and Kimball—presuming I'm forgiven this stretch to alliteration—he'll admit he missed it, I'm betting. But presented to him in the data rich manner in which it is offered?
He, as do some perspicacious others, caught Feschino's train, reader, only Stan shovels coal in the tractor, and officiates at the caboose! Read on.
Flatwoodsmonster.com
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Too, I... suspect that Frank's sincere, accept his work (oh my... oh dear!), and show that it's not Frank to say... compelling truth! No, that's "Bluebook's" play.
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See? Over half the data's there. All had missed the "thread," Mon Frère! Likely blinded by Herr Condon... ill perceived "non-truth," the problem. Dick and Jerry*, primrose "led" to be so hard-nosed, and that said? Science fiction is far off... but data driven? Those shoes drop!
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It won't impede the crushing fact that "Shoot Them Down" was "orders," Jack! We would want a saucer bad, so risk a war with "others"! Mad!
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Too, it's not like we can't be stupid... addled, brainless… less than lucid, caught within the errant snare that we're "alone," but au contraire! ...
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Now I don't know what I've found out is truly what it's all about, but I respect what Frank has done... what he's late writ and by the ton! Too, some heavy-weights have waded in? Those who scoffed, prepare your chins!
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Friedman, Cox, and Porterfield know the data cited's real. Good and Barker make a case, and Maccabee has interest placed. Responsible, one follows data, the rest is bupkis; zero... nada.
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Think! There is more that has been missed if these men think this might exist. If I'm wrong, I'll say "mea culpa", double-slap my face like Culkin, apologize in verse and prose... admit that "you" were on the nose. I don't believe I'm wrong, at all; convictions "soar and cleave"—my call!
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Just remember out of tact, that good men died and that's a fact, when UFOs traversed the sky and our jets chased them, Frank confides. We would try to shoot them down, just to have one, how unsound. "Lurid duels of death," described, precludes denials—as denied—that we would fight an air war, then, with our jet planes and our brave men. Though that is what, it seems to me, what had occurred, and with ET.
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Data has direction, friend, conclusions are arrived at when: the picture "painted" makes all sense, is coming clean on its first rinse, and is not stretched or made contrived—presuming any sense survived—and what remains must fit the facts t'would all admit was such as that.
alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net
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| Frank Feschino / Stanton Friedman |
* the late Richard Hall and Jerry Clark (if with appropriate respect...)
...
Three generations of serious UFO researchers just missed it; the biggest flap in United States History, a flap of which we too faintly or even barely heard. 1952s Summer Of Saucers: a plethora of saucers extant and unambiguous orders to... Shoot Them Down.
Three generations of "UFO Hunters" from Keyhoe to Kimball, reader, never recognized the fumbled ufological ball!
Gray Barker, of all people, got close... he knew this was a puzzle with many pieces, but he didn't have Bluebook.
A "special thank you" is extended to Dr Edward Condon, then, the stealth spook and authoritarian obfurator who had Bluebook in toto and blew it off of cowardly needs niggardly, decidedly short sighted, and dangerous. Ignorance always is. Shame Dr. Condon! Shame!
Ask Stanton Friedman... the generation between Keyhoe and Kimball—presuming I'm forgiven this stretch to alliteration—he'll admit he missed it, I'm betting. But presented to him in the data rich manner in which it is offered?
He, as do some perspicacious others, caught Feschino's train, reader, only Stan shovels coal in the tractor, and officiates at the caboose! Read on.
Flatwoodsmonster.com
