I have wanted to get abducted for years. I have still not seen a green or grey creature on a ship loaded with flashing lights. I am waiting for my alien probe and I don’t mean being raped by an illegal.
It seems the Byrds wanted the abduction experience way back in the ’60’s. Here they are on the Smothers Brothers show with “Mr. Spaceman”.
Now I am off to get pics and the inside story of the festival. I’ll have them up tonite and will continue covering the festival all weekend.
Have a pleasant Independence Day and don’t forget the kids serving in Afghanistan and Iraq.
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.
I thought I knew what Pain was. I have experienced some severe pain at different times of my life. I live in a world of constant pain and have fooled myself into believing I knew the worst. I was wrong.
Being the anti narcotic freak I am I chose not to have pain medicine during the post surgery part of the treatment procedure I went through Tuesday and Wednesday. The surgeon inserted a catheter into my back so I could have injections directly to the damaged area in and around my lower spine. The injections had enzymes that break up scar tissue but don’t affect the nerves. The doctor had told me that they would cause “extreme discomfort” so I translated that to mean they would hurt really bad. I didn’t know the agony they would bring. I was brought to tears yesterday morning. I have never experienced pain so extreme.
Doctor Alexander is kind, helpful and very understanding. Even though she knows my adamant stand against my narcotic intake she still recommended the pain meds. Since they wouldn’t let me smoke my weed up there I told her I wasn’t going to have anything. She tried, so the pain I went through was all my fault. When the first post surgery injection hit I felt like my legs had been dipped into boiling water. The severe screaming pain lasted about 5 minutes.
I considered the meds seriously after that injection. When the pain subsided my stubbornness kicked back in and I opted to go through it with the next injections without drugs. I am not sure if I did the right thing but I paid for it.
I felt great between injections and walked around the hospital freely. Feeling kinda grungy I asked the nurse about a razor and a comb. She disappeared into a closet for a moment and returned with both a comb and an old fashioned safety razor. I combed my long hair and prepped my face for shaving. Having scraped my face with disposable shavers with angled blades for so many years I forgot the old style razors were different. Whacked my cheeks and chin up quite severly. I have many cuts to show for it.
Even though the food was bad….not good doesn’t describe it….it was bad, I had a quite pleasant stay in the hospital. I met an old guy that was in extreme pain. He was waiting for a procedure when I met him and he was just down the hall from me the next morning. When I dropped by his room yesterday he smiled and said, “There’s that nice young man from yesterday”. I haven’t been called “young man” for years but when an 84 year old brother calls me that I know 50 seems quite young to him. I visited with a sweet dietician and some kind student nurses. I had a nice physical therapist stop by with instructions on the exercises I need to do to keep better. The nurses aides were all very nice and the lady who cleaned my room was so wonderful. I was so happy to have so many wonderful folks around to help I feel blessed. They were all great and then there was Valerie.
Early Wednesday morning I went out front to have a smoke. The parking lot was empty so I didn’t have to go far to be isolated and not worry about getting caught. They did tell me to bring any regular pain meds with me so the joints I had were following directions…or so I tell myself. I got a nice little buzz on and wandered back into the hospital to await my next scheduled injection. (turned out that was a couple hours away so I shoulda waited to have the weed) I walked back into the wing my room was in and saw a stunning woman walking down the hall towards me.
“Rocky, I presume.” she said. “I’m Valerie and I’ll be your nurse today. Doctor Alexander will be up shortly but for now is there anything I can do for you?”
Her sincere smile made her even more beautiful. Her friendly attitude and the obvious care for her patients made me feel comfortable and I knew that I would be cared for well. I wasn’t disappointed. Her kindness lasted all day. I’m sure I bugged her but she treated me as if she had nothing else to do except care for me. We all know that nurses do all of the work and the doctors couldn’t even find their own prescription pad without them so we know she was busy but she never let on that I wasn’t the most important patient in her day.
Her smile was unwavering. Her sweetness never faded, even for a frustrated moment. She jumped to help and even took time to chat for a minute here and there. Cheery and happy she made my ordeal much easier. The pain faded quickly because of her presence. I thought when I left…”Damn. If I were only 20 years younger”.
Yeah….she was that special.
All in all it wasn’t a bad experience. The pain was intense but brief. The care was good and even though I had to go to the cafeteria to get Rice Krispies (no way the hospital cooks can screw up cereal) I feel rewarded by the people that came into my life. Even if it was during a short stay in the hospital.
Ted got on his Soapbox 2.0 to talk about drugs and our soldiers. No…not that fine Afghani hash or the deadly opium and heroin available in the middle east, but about the prescription anti-depressants they are giving the troops. Maybe if they were smoking the hash they would be in a better mental state…naw…your mental health is gonna be horrible when death and suffering surrounds you. Especially when you are part of the cause of the suffering and your best buddy from The World just died in your arms.
As a former user of anti depressants I know that they “help” you cope with horrible life events by giving you an “I just don’t give a fuck” attitude about life…or death. What a handy tool for the government to keep problems down when the soldiers are told they are being flopped into another tour as part of the stop-loss backdoor draft. What a great stride to keeping the troops who invade homes filled with children and old folks in an I don’t care place of mind.
I was sitting at my desk a while ago and was wondering why Elvis (my medical supplier) wasn’t calling me back right away. I moved my bare foot a little and stepped on something hard that stuck to my foot. I figured it was one of those nasty New Mexico “goat head” thorns the dogs are always tracking in because it hurt a bit. When I picked the stem out of my foot it turned out to be a dried up kinda hard little bud of some meds I musta dropped a while back.
YAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!. Now to find the bowl I had misplaced this morning.
Dropped the bud into the glassware, cranked up the stereo, leaned back and sparked that bitch up.
Kinda rough on my throat what with it being all dry and hard.
When I quit coughing another Joe Bonnamassa song came up. Yeah I know I already posted one of his songs earlier today but since accidentally discovering him a few months ago I have become a real fan and now I am rambling (turns out the bud was pretty good).
This song jammed on the stereo and I got the urge to share it with somebody. I guess you are the lucky one.
I’d be the richest fool alive “If Heartaches Were Nickels”.
A few days ago I posted an article about H.B.5843. The bill Rep. Barney Frank presented along with Ron Paul to the U.S.House Of Representatives.
Here is a link to another bloggers article about this very important bill. The bill would free the states to ok medical marijuana without federal interference.
Read this one too, then get off your butts and contact your congresspersons and representatives and demand this bill pass.
Representatives Barny Frank of Massachusetts and Ron Paul of Texas introduced House Bill 5843 back in April. The bill would allow users of marijuana to possess and smoke the herb without federal penalties. This would surely cover medical marijuana patients in the states where it is legal now. While the bill allows for states to make their own laws concerning possession many states already have decriminalized small amounts and some have laws legalizing it for medicinal purposes.
While this bill is still in front of 2 committees I urge you to write your representatives in support of this bill. I will provide you with two links that have an article as well as easy links to write to your congress persons. WashingtonWatch.com
Senator Kennedy was diagnosed with a malignant glioma tumor in his brain. This is a fairly rare, always fatal tumor that has been studied all over. Many studies have shown how marijuana used as a treatment can slow or stop the growth of these very tumors. Too bad the government wont allow these studies to influence medicine here in the senators own country.
This video is almost 10 minutes long but is full of good info about treating glioma paitents with the natural herb.
Thanks Senator Kennedy for all the good work you have done for our country. I wish you and your family the best for the future.
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.
The American College Of Physicians, with 124,000 members, are calling on the government to end the arrests of patients who use medical marijuana. They are asking Michigan voters to pass a bill in November barring the persecution of people in pain from disease or treatment of disease.
This and more on the story, complete with links, can be found at Cannibisnews.com.
Alien Trucker
July 3rd, 2008 by Rocky 
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