It should be this way.

Georgie would do a much better job if he were as stoned as this photoshopping makes him look.

Tip o the space helmet to Winston.

I am still trying to get the little reporting and pics together. I will try to feel good enough to post them tomorrow.

Hold tight cuz I am just Having my 19th nervous breakdown.

Jason and the Scorchers.

Just for the helluvit.

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)

From last years festival in Roswell, footage of Element 115’s show at the Wool Bowl.

Cool that it is just walking distance from the house. I will get to see the show again this week. They are a fun bunch of folks.

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.

The two videos posted here are from last year. The first one is the same one they are running in a nationwide campaign this year as well edited to this years dates. Couldn’t find one on youtube so… The dates for this years UFO Festival in Roswell, NM are July 3 thru 6.

Check out the official festival website.

Also check out the International UFO Museum And Research Center.

I will be posting pics and commentary all week with all of the local weirdness thats going on.

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.

Howcome nothing like this happens in Roswell any more? Probably because they closed the Eat Cafe.

Brownsville Station, “Martian Boogie”.

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.

Last weeks UFO sightings in and near Stevenville, TX made me think of a story I wrote last year about visitors from other worlds.

The people of Stevenville are just the next bunch of people all over the world who have been seeing things in the sky for thousands of years. It happened her in Roswell in 1947. The July 4th anniversary of the ‘47 crash is celebrated with a festival here each year. I wrote this short essay just before last years 60th anniversary party. Those “in the know” say an increase of sightings happen every 60 or so years so maybe the new Texas sightings are part of this phenomenon.

Every 60 years the sightings of strange craft in the sky are reported in an increased number. In 1947 a strange craft crashed near Roswell and much controversy surrounds it. The crash was one of thousands of sightings in the sky seen that year world wide. More than any other year in the 20th century. They say the sightings have increased this year and some say the visitors from far away will come to our town but I don’t believe them. The visitors don’t like crowds and the UFO Festival is expected to get crowded this year.
Don’t ask how I know their distaste of crowds. I promised I wouldn’t tell.
I can tell some of what I learned last night but I must be vague. I don’t want to mess anything up.
Early autumn of 1887 was cool at Peter Hewitt’s farm. With 1800 acres of healthy hemp growing in the fields he knew the next year would be good. The money the crop would bring would pay off the farm as well as give plenty for living for at least a year.
Peter sat in front of the fire turning one of Edison’s light bulb over and over in his hands. He wanted to figure out how a bulb could burn cooler so it wouldn’t go out so quickly. The incadescent bulbs had a filament for fuel and they quickly burned it up. There had to be a better way.
His wife was in the kitchen cooking dinner. The smells of carrots and potatoes blending with the squirrel and spices made his mouth water. Anna made the best squirrel stew. His friend Rudolf was napping in the chair across from him.His arrival from Germany this afternoon was an unexpected but pleasant surprise. The journey had left him exhausted so Peter let him sleep. Jake, Pete’s golden retriever, slept on the floor between the 2 men. His nose twitched and his paws moved as he chased a dream rabbit through the fields.
Peter was warm, the mood was calm and he soon dozed off. The sounds of the pots clanging in the kitchen was like a lullaby. Peace was in the house but it wouldn’t last long.
Suddenly Jake sat up growling. Hewitt woke from his nap A rumbling motor sound filled the air and a bright light burst through the windows. The roaring sound died suddenly and all that was left was a humming sound and the light. Jake ran to the door barking furiously. Pete got up and raced to the door curious of who would make such a racket at this hour.
Throwing the door open he felt Jake rush past him only to turn around in fear. He ran crying past Peter, up the stairs to hide behind the bed in the master bedroom. Keening and shuddering he acted as if he had seen his own ghost.
With Rudy following him Peter went out onto the porch. A huge sphere made of a shiny metal with lighted tubes crisscrossing the exterior was sitting in the pasture. It stood at least 50 foot tall and seemed to glow from the reflection of the lights on the shiny surface.
A door opened in the lower part of the ball and 6 men stepped out. Dressed in suits made of a weird shiny material with the collars pulled high. Low brimmed hats helped the collars hide the mens faces. The formed a wedge like formation . 1 in front, 2 behind him with the other three.following the leaders.
Sensing no danger Peter greeted them warmly. Inviting them to dinner was natural for this humble hemp farmer. The men politely refused and told them there really wasn’t time. They had noticed the hemp fields and since hemp fueled their craft would like to aquire some to make it home. Peter wondered aloud what his return would be.
The leader replied “Knowledge that will make you prosper.”
Without waiting for the OK the 5 men in the rear went to the hemp fields and began pulling plants. In no time they had harvested at least 2 acres, probably more. Stuffing the plants inside a hopper built into the bottom of the sphere they waved the two men towards the lighted craft.
Rudy looked into the hopper. Watching the oil being extracted from the stalks and seeds he noticed the pulp was being dissolved in a smelly liquid. Watching the simple process he somehow absorbed some kind of knowledge. His face was filled with wonder.
Meanwhile Peter was examining the lighted tubes. Some kind of glass surrounded gasses that were burning from an unseen spark. The tubes were connected by metal boxes that were producing the humming sound.The amazement on his face rivaled the look on Rudolf’s.
The man from the craft admonished the men not to ever tell of the visit. If spoken of to anyone the knowledge would disappear and the promised success would never come.
The craft suddenly roared and disappeared into the night sky. The men returned to the house where Anna was laying the good china on the table. With rumbling tummies the men sat to a wonderful meal. Neither uttered a word until after the apple pie with fresh whipped cream was finished. Rudolf praised Anna’s fine meal and excused himself to go to bed.
Thats all I will tell you of what was revealed to me. I hope my vagueness was sufficient.
In 1891 Rudolf Diesel patented the Diesel engine in Germany. The prototype ran on hemp fuel.
Shortly after that Peter Cooper Hewitt patented the flourescent light.
In 1947, some 60 years later there were many visitors in our atmosphere. Some obviously landed and interacted with humans.
The first computers were being patented in the very early 1950’s.