Bowie believed and accepted enough to write and sing about it.

“He told us not to blow it “cause he knows it’s all worthwhile.”

“Starman”

(pics of yesterdays rainout not available. no rain expected today so look for pics tomorrow)

Thats one of the top draws for tourism attractions in and around Roswell. There is much more to this city though. We have a small but nice arts community here as well as many parks and nearby mountain fun. I will show you around a bit as the International UFO Festival starts tomorrow and I wont have time for non festival posts for a few days. (hang in there I will get back to my rantings soon.)

A small eastern New Mexico town located on the Pecos River Roswell has been steeped in the cattle industry. Still known as the “Dairy Capitol Of The Southwest” it was on the Chisholm Trail.

This cool sculpture sits downtown across Main Street from the Chaves County Courthouse shown here Ten Commandments out front and all.

In front of that very courthouse I was told my sign memorializing fallen soldiers in Iraq would get me arrested and charged as an enemy combatant.

As you can see they won that one and I no longer carry my memorial sign even though just at the other end of the block there is a big granite or marble memorial standing.

I guess my sign wasn’t fancy enough.

Although this picture has nothing to do with our towns history or attractions I just wanted to remind you that McCain loves Bush and his policies.

I got kinda thirsty taking these snapshots so on the way to the art museum I stopped at our local Mc Donalds for a Coke. The alien theme extends to the business world here as you can see from the flying saucer shaped play area there.

Arbys is in on it too.

As well as the Christian coffee shop.

Even before the crash in 1947 Roswell was steeped in space travel research. Robert Goddard experimented with rockets here from the early 1920’s through the early ’40’s. There is a great exhibit of his workshop and some actual rockets at the Roswell Museum And Art Center.

The museum faces the Spring River.

Yeah, I know. Huh? The river side of that curb is about 18 inches. I have seen it almost to the top once. Kinda seem more like a ditch to me after living in Louisiana for so long.

During World War 2 there was a big POW camp just outside of town. The German inmates were put to work on projects around here and one of the things they did was lay rock walls along the river bed. One day while they were quite unsupervised they laid the rocks in an Iron Cross. The Roswaliens were pissed. A group of citizens poured congrete over the cross to hide it. The mixture was too thin however and soon washed away. It is now a National Monument and there is a small pocket park overlooking it.

The POW’s were treated well here. Nothing like the POW’s are treated in Gitmo today. The people of Germany remembered the treatment and when the Berlin Wall came down they sent our city a piece of the torn down wall. Both a thank you and a symbol of world unity. It sits in the park where the cross is.

The nearby mountains and villages scattered through them offer summer coolness and lots of winter sports. The Bottomless Lakes State Park is just 9 miles east of towm amd the Bitter Lakes Nature Preserve is just minutes from downtown as well. Lots of local wildlife abounds in the area and at the risk of sounding like a travel agent I want to invite y’all to visit.

I will be covering the Festival in the next few days so hang on and stay aboard my big rig to insanity. I may go interstellar on you.

In this election year I have been wondering how to cast my vote. Not totally on board with Obama I am searching for a reason to support a candidate. I found this little ad that makes me rethink everything I have said so far. Take a look and see if it can help convince you to vote Republican as well.

tip o’ the space helmet to Mahakala.

Yes I am watching the NASCAR race from Michigan but thats not the race I’m talking about. The race for president is in a critical spot right now. Both Barack and John are trying to choose their running mate. I really don’t think McCain’s choice will help him in this race but Obama’s choice is critical. I’m hoping he chooses the very talented and experienced Richardson with Edwards or Clinton being my picks if he can’t get Bill.

The whole process is almost ridiculous and every one is watching now to see what will happen. My online friend from Santa Cruz, CA posted this on a forum I visit often. One of the posters had suggested that McCain s only chance would to choose a black woman for his VEEP position. Another regular said something about Michelle Obama.

Mahakala (thats his forum handle) posted the following in response to that. After I quit laughing I asked him if I could use it here.

He graciously gave me his permission. I hope you enjoy it like I did.

Thank you Mahakala.

“OK, howzabout this: Obama picks Cindy McCain as his veep; McCain picks Michelle Obama.

Insults to spouses arise; catfights and mutual male fisticuffs quickly follow.

Growing dispute culminates in four-way mud-wrestling match on basketball court in Hanoi-type cage set with madrassa-style decorations. Mud is neutral (light brown) color for equality of degradation.

Hillary and Bob Dole officiate, with Lincoln Chafee to break any possible tie.

Special cheering sections on Obama’s side reserved for Hamas, black liberation theologists, and leftover ’60’s radicals; on McCain’s side, for oil barons, homophobe televangelists and drunken disgruntled veterans of lost wars.

Each side gets one — and ONLY one — large TV screen to host slide shows. Each time Bin Laden appears on either, McCain’s says, “Fear — he’s still out there!”; Obama’s says, “Losers never got ‘im!”

Dems sell tickets by lottery at $25 each to keem ‘em affordable (except for Super-Dems, who get five seats for $25); GOPs auction them off to the highest bidder except for the special convicted GOP pedophile section; they get in for free to compensate them for their unfair suffering.

Rules: no drugs for Cindy, no vodka for John, no terrorist-fist-jabs for Michelle, no arugula for Barack. No liquor for Hillary, either, no little blue pills for Dole, and Bill, if attending, must wear locked chastity device. No pulling Cindy’s long hair, no forcing John’s arms above his shoulders, no references to Michelle as a “baby mama,” and no pulling Barack’s ears.

Entire thing broadcast worldwide on CNN, Univision and Telemundo; Spanish version blanked out in Miami so McCain doesn’t give wrong impression of solid demand for English as sole official language.

Winner: whoever ends up the least covered with mud and is still living by the end. As determined by either the House of Representatives or, if they deadlock, the Supreme Court; if one justice gets ill and it results in a tie, the World Court.

That’d do it, dont’cha think?”

The Divinyls

Hey Barack! Now that you have clinched the nomination…whatchu gonna do?

Dada

With Barack Obama taking it with the close vote and the superdelegates tha real race is on.

Hillary has said she is open to the VEEP seat.

Wonder if that has anything to do with her Bobby Kennedy comments last week.

Is she hoping for an assasination so she will be the first president without a penis?

I’m hoping the brown guy with the big ears taps the brown guy with the experience.

Bill Richardson would make a great Vice President.

Mac Davis and Miss Piggy do his hit “Don’t Get Hooked On Me” on the Muppet Show.

Sometimes I get bored with the stuff that the internets and teevee has to offer. I mean, just how much war and poverty can I stand? A good book is sometimes just what I need. After reading the book I did yesterday I think I still need a good book. This one was far from good but I did laugh. After I smoked a bowl or two of the weed. (thats the only way i could wrap my mind around the stuff he was trying so hard to explain to me)

My room mate Cat works at the International UFO Museum And Research Center here in Roswell. One of the perks is she can bring home books from their library. They have a massive library and document center that rivals most if not all of the UFO reasearch libraries in the world. The have it even if the book has no foundation or basis. Conspiracy theorists abound and the book I read is by one of these people. Ronnie McCullen will be here for the UFO Festival in July and although I want to see him I can’t promise I wont laugh in his face. The festival centers around the crash of July 4, 1947 and much of the event revolves around the museum.

The book I endured for a while yesterday is called “Sold Out Warning Has Our Government Sold It’s Soul For Technology?” Ronnie McMullen is an old fashioned King James Version bible thumper who believes in aliens, abductions and how the Illuminati and our government is involved with these same aliens.

Before I go any further I want to state that I am not so arrogant to believe earthlings are the only “intelligent” life forms in our universe. I have seen lights in the night sky doing strange things while driving across the open expanses of nothingness in the western states here. I don’t know what kind of aircraft would do the stuff these lights did but they were probably earth based. They are still unidentified flying objects to me but I had no encounters with them. Probably just planes and atmospheric stuff making illusion.

Or aliens. I really don’t care.

Ronnie, however, does care. The book went on about the serpent who tempted Eve in the Garden Of Eden. How he was one of the lizard people, who are actually demons, giving her the chance to be godlike with the knowledge she would acquire if she ate the fruit. A temptation she yielded to according to the story.

Using scriptures from his bible, old American Indian lore and the advancement of technology he has come up with a theory of how the leaders of the world are in cahoots with the aliens/demons who live in underground bunkers and tunnels that are honeycombed around the world. He believes the flying discs and aliens come from Hell under us and not from other planets or anywhere else in space. His theory is that these are the angels who were cast out of Heaven with the angel Lucifer. Their mission is to take over and keep this earth for themselves. Not allowing god in Heaven to have anymore say in our lives.

Using scripture he showed how the “purity” of Jesus’ blood was not messed with like the other tribes of the world were. The family of Christ never had sex with the lizards from Adam and Eve on. How that purity is important as well as our purity is. He implores us not to have sex with the lizard/serpent/aliens so we can be saved when the demons take over.

His main thesis was that the world leaders have traded their/our souls to these demons for technology. Technology gives them godlike power and the demons get us in the end. Being raised by a fundamentalist preacher and studying Christian theology for years I knew the scriptures he quoted. Living in Roswell I have heard a lot of theories about this subject. I guess its just natural for Christians to think that everything in our world has to revolve around their seperatist/hateful religion. Even aliens can’t catch a break from them. The old religious attitude of “If I don’t understand it it must be evil and ungodly” prevails.

I don’t recommend you rush to buy this inane piece of drivel. However, if your local library has a copy or you run across one in a thrift store for a buck or less then pick it up and get a few laughs. It is less than 200 pages long and is an easy read. Written on a grade school level so even our undereducated masses can understand he gets his message across well. I know it was easier for me to comprehend after I got stoned.

I think the underlying message is that if the government would spend less time making deals with the lizard people and more time worrying about our kids’ education we wouldn’t have to endure the crappy theories this mans book spews.

Folks would be smarter.

Maybe even the author of this funny book.

Happy 4:20!

I am sitting wishing that David Peel was running this year. 1968 seems so long ago.

I rather vote for some one who was a member of the Pot Party. this 2 party system just sucks.

Alice Bowie. “Earache My Eye”

I will post these things from the Rocky Horror Picture Show till I post all of the songs.

Tim Curry played such a “Sweet Transvestite”

In Just Seven Days….

“Idgit Voters” , from The Onion.

Although it’s satire it is soooooooo true.

I’m confused now.

Even the late great Johnny Carson was speechless after this performance of Rod Stewart’s “Do You Think I’m Sexy” by Tiny Tim.

Until last night I doubted that I would ever see an extra terrestrial craft. I never doubted they were there and when I was driving trucks I saw flying lights in the distance and imagined they were UFO’s but because of last night I know.
Not being able to sleep I bundled up and went to Dennys. After drinking about 3 cups of mud I decided to take a walk. The conversation was uninspiring and the wind had died down so I decided my own thoughts would be better than the oldsters at Denny’s counter.
Walking east on 23rd I quickly got into the neighborhood that has warehouses and is totally uninhabited by man at night. I figured my walk was about half over so I sat on a brick wall that used to hold a sign of some type. Lighting the joint I was carrying I looked around at my surroundings.
An abandoned building sat a ways back from the street across a gravel parking area overgrown with brush and leaves. Broken liquor bottles and used condoms were scattered in with the paper litter that had blown in on the wind. Everything was quiet but I could see the occasional car on Country Club Road. My view down 23rd ended at the dead end a couple hundred yards to the east. I could see clear to Main street looking west and knew I could eat the joint before anyone could reach me in a car. Smoking in public, even at 3:30 A.M. in a small town like Roswell, makes me cautious so I pre-plan. Nothing I had ever planned for prepared me for the rest of the night.
Suddenly the big doors on the warehouse behind me flew open and I was bathed in a weird greenish blue light. Despite the initial scare of the doors banging open I was instantly covered with a sense of peace. I felt no threat and slowly turned to see what was going on in the warehouse. Two men were approaching me.
As their outlines became filled with features I stood getting ready to explain what I was doing there. The biggest guy spoke with a heavy accent. Asking if he could get a hit of my weed they both smiled. It hadn’t occurred to me to ditch the roach when they arrived so I offered it to him. When I asked what they were working on in there They invited me to come take a look. Inside we all went.
In the center of the floor stood a weird looking van. Somewhat resembling an old 60’s style VW bus it was longer and rounded on both ends. I figured these freaks were building a float for some parade here. Thanksgiving and Christmas parades aren’t about UFO’s…but this IS Roswell.I didn’t see any wheels so I guessed it would be pulled on a trailer.
Then, to my great surprise I realized that nothing was holding it up. It was suspended in a pool of that same green/blue glow that had flooded the parking lot. This was cool. I hoped to learn more and said so.
They said they would show me how it worked because without a degree in astrophysics I’d never understand.
The door slid back and we got inside. Although cramped it was comfortable.We sat down and the short guy handed me back my roach. Its good schwag and we all had a little buzz.
“A friend of mine grows this shit back home” he said pulling a little cigarette case out of his coveralls.
I lit the proffered joint and immediately started choking.
“Lets ride to the club.”, he said to his buddy.
” K “, was the answer.
Suddenly, not in any way jolting or fast, just suddenly, we were above Roswell. I can tell it was Roswell because the “skyline” is easy to spot if you’ve ever come into town at night. Then the only light that we saw was the green/blue glow. Still that easy, calm feeling. No worries about abduction, where we were headed or anything. The weed he had offered was the best I’ve ever smoked and I quit after 3 or 4 puffs. Suddenly lights were below us and they formed a city quickly. A city I thought I recognized from the road patterns. A big city, not a town like we left only a few seconds ago.
Damn! That interstate system looks like Oklahoma City! How did we get here in seconds? Or was I so stoned I thought it was a short time? Would clubs be open in Okie City at this time?
We arrived at the “Club” where a covered parking area was filled with vehicles similar to the one we were in. When the door opened I couldn’t walk well and ambled stonededly (is that a word?) into the building with them.
.There were men of all races in the club but no women.
“Great”, I thought. No chicks. A gay bar for sure. A guy in a business suit asked me if I wanted a drink. Not really so I asked for a Coke. Fuckin’ Okie’s cant make decent coffee but Coke is the same all across the country.
I saw a door on the far side of the room. The sign said “PROBING ROOM”. many people stood in line waiting while others came out of the door with a satisfied look on their faces.
Then it hit me!! Aliens really did inhabit the earth. They even had their own social clubs. The rumors and actual accounts you hear so much about are true! The abductions and probes aren’t bullshit.
It really goes on.
I walked around and found the guys I had come with. I told them I understood everything.
The big guy asked me to look in his eyes and think the truth I had come to in my mind. If it were right I’d be returned immediately to Roswell. If I was wrong I’d have to become the probee in the Probe Room.
I looked into his eyes and sent a thought to him.
I was sitting on the brick wall on 23rd finishing the joint and getting ready to smoke that menthol before I walked home.
I realized I knew the secret of aliens. I had known and when I sent the telepathic message to my host he kept his promise.
Although they didn’t tell me not to say what I learned I still feel funny telling anyone.
Just don’t tell anybody it was me who told you.
Aliens can take the shape of humans or already look like us anyhow. All of them are male and reproduction is a man thing.
One more thing I saw at the club. Posters for upcoming alien events were all over the place. The Roswell event for the July 4 anniversary celebration will be attended by space men. They come for the party every year
No wonder the government silenced the knowledge about the 1947 crash outside of Roswell.
Don’t ask. Don’t tell.