The government vs UFOs vs my interest

I glanced at CNN yesterday morning, just as I always do.

Yeah, yeah, I know. But it’s only for a quick rundown. When I read in-depth I go elsewhere.

Anyway, the usual stories of global collapse were there. Israel/Gaza, Ukraine, environmental pollution. There was, however, a new and odd addition.

UFOs.

The new program the Pentagon launched to collect UFO (or UAP as its officially been designated) data has received a windfall of reports. To the possible dismay of the “true believer” crowd, the vast majority of these reports have already been identified as prosaic in origin, such as balloons or civilian drones.

I wonder if I could start a trend of calling them “over-the-counter drones”?

This program stems in part from a Congressional hearing on UFOs last July, where it was basically agreed that if there are these UAP sightings at or near US military airspace, we should probably take the reports seriously regardless of any stigma.

Reasonable.

Said same hearing also featured David Grusch, a former USAF officer and intelligence official who asserted that the government is possession of both “non-human spacecraft” and “biological material” from those supposedly acquired craft. When asked for any concrete evidence to support his assertion, Grusch said that would require the hearing to go to closed session.

Which they did. If any names or files were given up, we don’t know.

I’m not sure I care, either.

That’s a staggering realization to come to considering posts I’ve written, and hopes I’ve held far earlier in life. At this point, I’m too overwhelmed to give the subject any energy. There are too many immediate concerns.

Things have changed considerably for us this year, as they do for most anyone as they age and pivot to care for those who once took care of us. Also, my workload keeps increasing, or so it feels. Conversely, the value of what I do seems to be viewed in an increasingly dim lit by American society as a whole. In turn, I question my own value. If you’ve read my book, then you know how viscerally I’ve come to realize how one good shove in the right place can send all the dominoes tumbling, and your life goes to pieces. What will I do if it all falls out from under me again? Especially at my age?  

I have bills to pay, a wife who needs tacos, and a dog to send to college.

Seriously, I have been on close, personal terms with the Nietzschean abyss the past few months. As turmoil plays out in my microcosm, terrors, both foreign and domestic, burgeon and boil over in the macrocosm, threatening all of us. How do I keep the ones I love safe in such insanity? So unless they’re somehow going to fix my problems, the revelation of an alien presence on Earth wouldn’t mean much to me in the face of the existential. Would it really change much, or would we be too immersed in our own very real problems to even care?

Somewhere, I think I hear 8 year-old Jon wailing. 

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