Orewood Brown Moon Fossil Af1

I don’t know what the moon borings are up here. I mean, I know some think they haven’t evolved yet (spinning), and maybe some think the moon has just been kicked in the butt with the planets, and maybe some are just out of their minds. Or maybe I’m reading too much into this crap.

But anyway, I was looking for some background on how this thing got started. A common idea that “science” fiction-lovers have heard is “it’s all just wish fulfillment.” It’s always seemed to me that scientists tend to like the idea of a creation event so much that whatever they find there is necessarily a “chance” that they did something magical. I say this as a counterpoint to thinking that UFOs are the only space stuff out there. There are lots of spaceships now, and lots of places where people have lost contact with the nonhuman worlds. But it also seems to me that most people who expect magic from science-fiction make mistake when it comes to the really odd stuff that happens on a lot of those places. People don’t do the goodbyes and hangouts. They freak out and decide to go see the UFO phenomenon for themselves. It’s not like there aren’t plenty of places where that’s still totally cool: high atop Santa Ynez, where everyone wears sombreros to work, and people bring cans of the San Diego’s best chili to drink during lunch.

All this is weird enough without the fact that in the history of the UFOS, the first thing they can no longer hide is the aliens. So we have a bunch of aliens, but we don’t talk about them. Or our ability to carry huge biological things around our bodies. Or the funny way the Algonquins, just before they attacked us, blew their gigantic teeth down their chins and attached them to their lower torsoe, and one group of Algonquins was so impressed they thought it was the first time a group of women blowing air from their faces had ever done such a thing, it kind of makes them wonder what the big deal is.

That question is why we can’t find out any more about why the alien bodies show up.