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Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Are We All Mad?

I still can’t get over all that happy birthday Gerry crap. If that’s what the List has come down to, time to pack it all up and go back to our burrows to die peacefully.

I cannot stand those intolerant, arrogant, narrow thinking, frightened little turds who take every opportunity afforded to them to knock so called believers. Aaron Sulky-Bitch of The Triangle is one such that comes to mind. I don’t have a problem with people who hold views that are contrary to mine as long as they are held honestly. I thought I ought to write that last sentence because it’s the thing to do, isn’t it. You know, make yourself look reasonable and fair and all that shit. I do actually have a problem with anyone whose views are divergent to mine because it means they are wrong and stupid, and I can’t bear wrong and stupid people.

But assholes like Sulky-Bitch do it just to get up the tits of other people. They are so overwhelmed with what they see as the stupidity of “belief” that they just have to weigh in on the other side. They are nauseating. If nothing else with Sulky-Bitch, you have just got to ask yourself whether its right that someone who is as god damn plain out and out ugly as that twat is, has any right to be seen out in public, let alone be given a pubic platform. Jesus blessed Christ – all that’s missing is the fucking acne. That man will get to 60 or 70 and still look like some sap of a college loser who could never get laid. You could take that hair off his head and make long lasting matting or carpeting out of it.

Another fucking waste of space who attacks not just believers but the whole concept of UFOs is Rich Reynolds, now struggling for breadth yet again over at The Iconalist. Reynolds pumps out the same message time and time again with barely any alteration in the wording. Here though the motive is clear; it is malice. “I wanted to be accepted as a bigwig by the other bigwigs at UFO UpDates. They rejected me. I will anger them by saying these things. Also, I am too stupid to realise that although my words had some sort of impact first time round, I am now completely ignored and no one pays any attention to me any more except for idiotic fucks like this Arthur lunatic.” To describe Reynold’s actions now as sad would be an understatement. “Desperate” is more appropriate. Do us all a favor Rich and slit yer wrists.

The worst offender however in this league of imbeciles who attacks believers just for the sake of causing a stir is me. I truly cannot stand retards like myself because what marks me out as different from the dicks above is that they probably operate at some level of emotion. That doesn’t offer them an excuse but it does give an explanation of sorts for their totally reprehensible behaviour. Arthur has no such reasoning behind what I do. His actions, my actions, are cold and manipulative. I’m a bastard of the lowest order and although I love myself very much, I find people like me absolutely disgusting. I am beyond description and I simply cannot find the appropriate words. Take that crap I wrote yesterday. Do I believe it? Then why did I write it? To be controversial?


Actually, I’m a little uncomfortable telling you about this but there is a real reason after all, and it might go some way to explaining a few other things that have gone on around here. I have a multiple personality disorder and at the last count, Herman, my shrink, advised me that he had counted 6 different personalities that have surfaced in my sessions with him. At the moment I am writing this as Gerald who is a truly charming guy, although it was Arthur that started this blog and who seems to be the UFO buff. Biddy is a separate person so don’t get confused with that. And all of this brings me rather neatly round to this:

Are We All Mad?

Speaking of Eleanor White as we were, I got to wondering at just how much mental dysfunction or personality disorder there is within the UFO/paranormal community. I bet ya there’s a bit! There’s an interesting, admittedly subjective separation to be made. In my opinion, the concept and idea of extraterrestrial life is, and always has been a perfectly sensible and sound idea to pursue and to investigate. The proposition that life from other planets may have even visited here is also a perfectly respectable and valid thesis to consider and to investigate. I really can’t see how any sensitive thinking individual could argue otherwise.

So why then is it a subject that attracts nutters like myself? Answer; because the subject, despite its obvious status as a legitimate matter of consideration, has been successfully manipulated into a position of absurdity and because it’s absurd, only mad people get involved with it. And so, Ipso facto, if only mad people get involved with it, then it comes to pass that mad people do indeed get involved with it.

There can only be one answer and response. FUCK OFF.

21 Comments:

  • At 12:40 PM, Blogger The Odd Emperor said…

    "So why then is it a subject that attracts nutters like myself? Answer; because the subject, despite its obvious status as a legitimate matter of consideration, has been successfully manipulated into a position of absurdity and because it’s absurd, only mad people get involved with it. And so, Ipso facto, if only mad people get involved with it, then it comes to pass that mad people do indeed get involved with it."


    …no truer words have ever been said! On SO many levels too! Our congratulations!


    The Odd Emperor
    http://oddempire.org

     
  • At 12:51 AM, Anonymous anonymole said…

    Keep your chins up and your fingers on it Gerald and Arthur.

    "But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
    "Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
    "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
    "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."

    - Lewis Carroll [aka Charles Lutwidge Dodgson]

     
  • At 3:29 AM, Blogger The Odd Emperor said…

    The moon was shining sulkily,
    Because she thought the sun
    Had got no business to be there
    After the day was done--
    "It's very rude of him," she said,
    "To come and spoil the fun!"

    -- Lewis Carroll

    The Odd Emperor

    http://oddempire.org

     
  • At 5:39 AM, Anonymous Arthur's Mistress no.3 said…

    "Ya know, every now and then
    I think you might like to hear something from us,...
    Nice and easy.

    But theres just one thing.....
    You see we never ever do nothing
    Nice and easy.

    We always do it nice... and rough.

    So were gonna take the beginning of this song,....
    And do it easy.

    Then were gonna do the finish rough....
    "
    ==j.c. foggerty

     
  • At 6:38 AM, Blogger The Odd Emperor said…

    A penny in your pocket
    Suitcase in your hand
    They wont get you very far
    Now youre a 21st century man.

    Fly across the city
    Rise above the land
    You can do most anything
    Now youre a 21st century man.

    Though you ride on the wheels of tomorrow (tomorrow)
    You still wander the fields of your sorrow
    What will it bring?

    One day youre a hero
    Next day youre a clown
    Theres nothing that is in between
    Now youre a 21st century man.

    You should be so happy
    You should be so glad
    So why are you so lonely
    You 21st century man?

    You stepped out of a dream
    Believing everything was gone
    Return with what youve learned
    Theyll kiss the ground you walk upon.

    Things aint how you thought they were
    Nothing have you planned
    So pick up your penny and your suitcase
    Youre not a 21st century man.

    Though you ride on the wheels of tomorrow
    You still wander the fields of your sorrow (sorrow)
    Tomorrow, 21st century man
    21st century man
    21st century man...


    Electric Light Orchestra

    The Odd Emperor
    http://oddempire.org

     
  • At 6:38 PM, Anonymous ANNE BOLEYN said…

    I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride,
    With sword and pistol by my side.
    Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade.
    Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade.
    The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five,
    But I am still alive.

    I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide. And with the sea I did abide. I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico.
    I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow.
    And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
    But I am living still.

    I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide,
    Where steel and water did collide.
    A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado,
    I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below.
    They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound.
    But I am still around..I'll always be around.

    I fly a starship across the Universe divide.
    And when I reach the other side
    I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can.
    Perhaps I may become a highwayman again.
    Or I may simply be a single drop of rain,
    But I will remain.
    And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again..

    ~Johnny Cash

     
  • At 4:09 AM, Blogger Arthur said…

    I haven't given you a blessing lately. Please excuse my bad manners. May this bring you joy.


    Cast aside the worry of concern
    Raise your spirit to the heavens of inspiration
    It is now that all men come together
    As one to face the dawn of glory

    Be fair and be uplifted,
    Be brave and be prepared,
    Hearken the joy of the healing call,
    Be up, be up and be steadfast
    As the spirit of inspiration and forgiveness
    Calls out to you from where,
    Your time is now and together we will step forward
    As one in unity of the soul of all.
    The road to tranquillity and inner calm
    Awaits those with faith.
    Be humble children and be loyal,
    For the Lord has heard your cries
    And beckons you to come.
    You are his children

    Bless you.

     
  • At 6:03 AM, Anonymous ETHNICABDUCTEE said…

    AAAAAmen! Lovin me some brutha Arthur in deez times o trials n tributaries. Help to keeps da et demons away! BEGONE!....in the name of Arthur!!

    Baby y dont u git up on yo site one a doz DONATE HERE buttons? All deez otha dumbazzed faggitts gotz em up beggin fo money. U be mo deservin of it Arthur! God is flowin thru u rit to uz!

     
  • At 5:42 PM, Blogger The Odd Emperor said…

    "The time has come," the Walrus said,
    "To talk of many things:
    Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
    Of cabbages--and kings--
    And why the sea is boiling hot--
    And whether pigs have wings."


    The Odd Emperor

    http://oddempire.org

     
  • At 8:43 PM, Anonymous anonymole said…

    Arthur, Thankyou for that blessing. It had been awhile. It's deeply appreciated.

    I've copy/pasted the blessing and will meditate upon it as well.

     
  • At 10:01 PM, Anonymous Sir Paul Kimbling said…

    It's high time that I finally spoke up about the soiling of my name and image in this blog.

    I take great umbrage at the misrepresentation by riff-raff in this blog regarding my toupee or lack there of, my enforced come-abilities regarding Biddy or lack there of, as well as my relationship in the gray box with my uncle-in-law.

    In the meantime, here's a fine photo of myself with a hat of course covering my bald head along with my face sporting the newest line of Avon makeup which I sell.

    The photo was taken at our Everest base camp by a good fellow and fine friend - Mac Tonnies, who's as loony as they get, but a useful idiot.

    But, of course, a fine time was had by all. We guffawed into the wee hours of the morning and then experienced a mysterious light and missing time. Mac and I will be writing a book about this in the next few years, hopefully before he becomes transhuman.

    http://www.mactonnies.com/kimball.jpg?SSImageQuality=Full

     
  • At 4:28 PM, Anonymous anonyhappy said…

    More dialog with the Odd Emperor.

    Rainbows And Stuff ---

    This one goes out to that special someone in my life,
    we all have someone special, this is for them
    I like ice cream, cherry pie and lemonade with summer breeze
    I like rainbows, leafy trails, and puppy dogs with bumble bees
    I like cotton candy candy gum and bumper cars and carnivals
    golden skies and hazel eyes and sand in between my toes
    but
    something tells me that I hate you
    something tells me I must kill you
    You ain't shit but a slutty ass mother fucker
    slut you fucking whore, I fucking hate you.
    I like birthday candle cakes and titty shakes with silicone
    secret whispers and D-Loc's sister and apple dips and gingerbread home
    Faygo chills they give me thrills and nyquil pills they make me sleep
    Hershey kisses and happy misses and something so bliss yet all the while
    ??
    something tells me that I hate you
    something tells me I must kill you
    Suck my fuckin dick fuck off
    go fuck your self you funky ass biatch
    come on, come on (bitch)
    come on, come on (bitch)
    I fuckin hate you
    come on, come on (bitch)
    come on, come on (bitch)
    *I'm so nervous I'm gonna pinch your nipples shut!*
    I like shaggy, he's my friend I like his mom cause she's nice to me
    thank you j, I like you too, well its OK, we're family
    raver chicks and kung-fu flicks and sugar sticks like lollipops
    all of these things have *happiness brings, but my hatred for you don't
    stop
    something tells me that I hate you
    something tells me I must kill you.

     
  • At 3:05 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Happily may I walk....
    May it be beautiful before me,
    May it be beautiful behind me,
    May it be beautiful below me,
    May it be beautiful above me,
    May it be beautiful all around me.
    In beauty it is finished.
    -N. Scott Momaday

     
  • At 7:46 PM, Anonymous ILoVeBiDdY said…

    I WORSHIP YOU LIKE NIGHT'S PAVILION

    I worship you like night's pavilion,
    O vase of sadness, o great silent one,
    And love you more since you escape from me,
    And since you seem, my night's sublimity,
    To mock me and increase the leagues that lie
    Between my arms and blue immensity.
    I move to attack, beseige, assail,
    Like eager worms after a funeral.
    I even love, o beast implacable,
    The coldness which makes you more beautiful.
    :Baudelaire

     
  • At 5:59 AM, Blogger The Odd Emperor said…

    Anonymous coward wrote...

    something tells me that I hate you
    something tells me I must kill you
    Suck my fuckin dick fuck off
    go fuck your self you funky ass biatch
    come on, come on (bitch)
    come on, come on (bitch)
    I fuckin hate you.....


    Ahh! Another satisfied customer!

    http://oddempire.org

     
  • At 6:22 PM, Anonymous ELFKING said…

    " Walls of wind
    Night has fallen
    Father and son are together


    With a horse
    They proceed
    Through this intense darkness


    But suddenly
    The boy trembles
    With fear
    It gets cold


    Father oh father
    Haven't you seen
    The king of the elfs
    There he is


    Lost son
    Do you want to play?
    I bring you joy
    Come with me


    Father oh father
    Did you hear
    What he said
    And what he will do?


    Lost son
    If you don't come with me
    I will use the power that I have


    Father oh father
    The king of the elfs
    Is touching me
    He hurts me


    And the boy
    Eyes closed
    He doesn't move
    He's already lost


    Son
    Lost son
    If you don't come with me
    I will use my power


    Father oh father
    The king of the elfs
    Is touching me
    He hurts me


    And the boy
    Eyes closed
    He doesn't move
    He's already lost


    ... he's already lost "

     
  • At 9:49 AM, Blogger The Odd Emperor said…

    Were so sorry uncle albert
    Were so sorry if we caused you any pain
    Were so sorry uncle albert
    But theres no one left at home
    And I believe Im gonna rain...

    Were so sorry but we havent heard a thing all day
    Were so sorry uncle albert
    But if anything should happen well be sure to give a ring

    Were so sorry uncle albert
    But we havent done a bloody thing all day
    Were so sorry uncle albert
    But the kettles on the boil and were so easily called away.......

    --Paul McCartney

    http://oddempire.org

     
  • At 7:01 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    La Califfa

    " Tu non credere perche
    Questa crudelta di padroni
    Ha visto in me
    Solo una cagna che
    Mi mett' anch'
    Io alla tua catena

    Se attraverso la città
    Questa ipocrita, tua città
    Il corpo mio
    Che passa tra di voi
    E' un invettiva contro la viltà


    Tu ritroverai con me
    La più splendida proprietà
    Un attimo di sole sopra noi
    Alla ricerca di te."

     
  • At 7:13 PM, Blogger The Odd Emperor said…

    The Lady Caliph

    You do not believe, because
    The owners' cruelty
    Has seen in me
    Only a dog,
    That I will tie myself
    To your chain.

    When I cross the city,
    This, your hypocritical city,
    My body
    That passes amidst of you all
    Is a cry of anger against cowardice.

    With me you will find once more
    That most splendid property,
    A moment of sunshine over all of us,
    In search of you.

    --http://www.xs4all.nl/~josvg/cits/sb/sb904.html

    http://oddempire.org

     
  • At 3:45 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    "I went out wandering
    through streets paved with gold
    lifted some stone saw the skin and bones
    of a city without a soul

    I went out wandering
    under an atomic sky
    where the ground won't turn
    and the rain it burns
    like the tears when I said goodbye

    Yeah I left with nothing
    nothing but the thought of you
    I went wandering

    I went drifting
    through the capitals of tin
    where men can't walk or freely talk
    and sons turn their fathers in
    Yeah I went out walking
    down that old Lake Lane
    I passed by a thousand signs
    Just a looking for my own name

    Yeah I left with nothing
    nothing but the thought of you
    I went wandering

    Yeah I went out there in search of experience
    to tast and to touch and to feel as much
    as a man can before he repents

    I went walking
    looking for one good man
    a spirit who would not bend or break
    who would stand at his father's right hand
    I went out walking with a Bible and a gun
    the word of God lay heavy on my heart
    I was sure I was the one
    Now Jesus don't you wait up
    Jesus I'll be home soon
    Yeah I went out for the paper
    Told her I'd be back by noon

    Yeah I left with nothing
    Nothing but the thought of you
    I went wandering

    Yeah I left with nothing
    But the thought you'd be there too
    I went wandering."

     
  • At 1:53 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Here's one I found:

    Poem(s)
    ----------
    Rhymes
    Mime
    Reality
    Malleably

    Oh, btw, what the fuck in the world is this blog and all these comments about, anyway? Never mind, forget an answer, it would just unhinge our minds. ?-]

     

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