Update UFO UpDates: Get Out While You Still Can Clark

Friday, December 22, 2006

Get Out While You Still Can Clark – With A Shred Of Dignity

It’s a truism; you often become the thing you hate most. Snake Oil Salesmen flatter to deceive. They get you looking in one direction while they pick your pocket from the other. They have no substance and because they have nothing, they puff their chests out and talk loudly.

When you strip away the camouflage of Clark’s recent contributions to the List, the bluster, the swaggering, the bullying, the strutting, the badly concealed insults, you are left with simply this; I am cleverer than you, I am right because I have been doing this for longer, you are stupid.

If there ever was anything approaching intellectual gravitas attached to Jerry Clark, it has now sadly gone, flushed away with his vanishing talent and his disappearing presence. Mr. Boom Boom Man, pay heed. If you have anything approaching an iota of self respect, then get out now while you still can, before its too late and some of us start calling a spade a spade.

56 Comments:

At 7:12 PM, Anonymous said…

Maybe Jerry Clark should take refuge in Stan Friedman's beard.
At 9:06 PM, Anonymous said…

Or maybe The Amazing Randi's beard...
At 9:15 PM, Anonymous said…

Then there is Alfred Lehmberg's beard too. That would be a funky forest to camp out in though.
At 10:33 AM, Anonymous said…

Is someone trying to "beard" someone here? I just think that's "weird with a beard".
At 10:36 AM, Anonymous said…

I would remind you all that, uhhh...pssst... (jerry clark has no beard!)

Plus, I can see the exalted level of intellectual discussion here continues
to extend itself, hoisting itself on its' own petard(s), to rise and then fall
upon itself. Hi ho.
At 9:23 PM, Anonymous said…

Maybe Jerry needn't bother to hide out in such illustrious beards when he can hid under the caps that Sir Paul Kimbling wears to cover his bald head. It would be slippery under there though.
At 11:17 PM, Anonymous said…

I've been thinking. . . . . . Dave Jacobs mustache has enough whiskers to hold Jerry, in the meantime.
At 12:44 AM, Anonymous said…

Regan has her photo up, from her Orange Orb blog:
http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4480/956962524398120/240/728339/gse_multipart48162.jpg
At 1:03 AM, Anonymous said…

She can't compete with this --
http://dlisted.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/beckham1.jpg
At 6:42 AM, Anonymous said…

Calling Mr. Roberts...time for something new. Make it intelligent this time, OK?
At 6:43 PM, Anonymous said…

Hubby and I have been enjoying the beaches on the Gulf of Mexico. Soon we'll be going inland for historical tours, topping it off with a marvelous UFO and Chupacabra hunt with our dear friend Jaime.

Cheers!

xoxo,
Biddy
At 6:53 PM, Anonymous said…

Update: My poor, dear Artie has taken ill with Montezuma's Revenge! The darling has been living on the loo!

Artiekins insisted I go out and see the land. So, I managed to find a delicious indiginous fellow who took me out for long walk in the forest. The foliage, parrots and monkies were beautiful, among other things. I returned remarkably refreshed.

Cheers!

xoxo,
Biddy
At 12:13 AM, Anonymous said…

" Indiginous? Try indigenous. Monkies? Try Monkeys. Anonymole, still covering for the absent Arthur with your imaginary tripe? Then at least learn how to use a dictionary.
And stop sucking Dick's dick and his troll group over at UFO Iconoclast(s) in public---
there are laws against that and it is obscene. Have you, at long last sir, lost all sense of decency?

Oh! How dreadful! I shall admit to sucking a dick or twenty in my lifetime, but I've never sucked a dick at http://ufocon.blogspot.com/

Now why do you hide as "anonymous"? I think i know who you are because you've used that signature term "sir". Perhaps you are one of two numbskulled North-American Ufologist pretenders who are fond of using "sir" as much as they break wind - Alfred Lehmberg and Pauline Kimball.

Whilst on the subject of windbreaking. My darling husband Artie continues to be sick-to-death with Mexican parasites in this godawful third world country and you bring up spelling, another ID and fellatio of all things!

I shall consult a Toltec witch while I'm here in Mexico and we'll see what we can do about the awful likes of you "sir"!

After that appointment I'll be picking up DH's adult diapers, medicated soothing cream and a refill for his anti-parasitic medicine.

Then on I shall go to a marvelous ST convention in Mexico City. I may dress as a Romulan to cheer my spirits. And, I do hope to get that luscious English countryman -Dominic Keating's autograph on my lovely lady lumps.

Shoo now "sir"! But, I'll have you know that if Arthur were to meet you in person, he'd surely put you in a full-nelson and then tombstone your silly head. (Why yes, I've taken in some Mexican Wrestling Entertainment as well, while my darling is ill).

In the meantime anonymous "sir", carry on and get yourself abducted so the aliens may brutally remove sperm from your tiny dick and create a hybrid child for you!

Cheers!

xoxo,

Biddy
At 9:44 PM, Anonymous said…

No one here seems to give a damn that our poet-warrioress of all thing weird and of the many names - Regan Lee, is suffering miserable night terrors with ALIENS.

"This is the kind of stuff that annoys a lot of people (particularly skeptics; but then again, everything annoys them) but I can’t help that. It’s what it is. It’s part of the UFO Gestalt, it’s a part of my story, my experience, my journey. Yeah, I know, it sounds a bit New Agey to me too. Well, so what? It’s true, and there you are.

I’ve always had an active dream life, as I’ve written before. Last night I had a strange dream -- or, “non-dream” -- I’ve never had this experience before.

When I dream, it’s always an active, involved, busy thing: a plot (no matter how surreal or ludicrous) people, creatures maybe, I’m a part of it, I’m out of it watching, point of view always changing; but always I see people. (“I see dream people.”) There’s always a scene, a picture.

Last night, I dreamt, but there was no picture. None. Very weird. The words were active; there were voices, but no picture. Just the swirling colors of utter abstractions; just like when you close your eyes and you don’t see anything except the mish mosh of colors.

The dream story was about aliens; which were everywhere. Invisible, but everywhere. Then a voice was telling me that “much of my whole UFO thing” started with ‘Scott ‘(I’ll call him that, an old boyfriend of mine) and we had an experience together. And the voice said “Remember that blue light and silver craft?” and at the moment the voice said that, I said “Shit!” because it all came back to me. At this same moment the murky non-picture began to turn into something a little bit; on the upper right corner of the ‘screen” part of the UFO began to come through the haze (a silver round craft) and with it, part of an alien. This alien was a tall “gray.” I knew without any hesitation at all that this voice, reminding me of an event with “Scott,” was true.

I didn’t like this one damn bit and woke up, scared, very uncomfortable.

I told my husband about this dream. After a long silence, with him staring off into space (“Great,” I thought. “Here we go again, where this will all go nowhere, or turn into a tension filled morning. . .” which sometimes happens when we try to talk about our experiences) he says “I often wonder if I should find out about regression.” Then he brought up our first missing time experience, once again saying how very odd it all was. “I don’t see how a space ship could be the cause, not in L.A.” he said. Excellent point. Then again, we know better.

I realized too, that none of my dreams involving aliens are good. The aliens are not kindly beings here to help us. At best, they’re coldly detached, and maybe even outright malevolent. This feeling of malevonence could be my own fear at remembering the whole experience, and not an accurate depiction of “them." Or, it could be them, indeed. Of course, none of the this could have a damn thing to do with UFOs or alien beings (extra terrestrial or otherwise.)

My husband said something else this morning; that one weird experience could be chalked up to just one of those things. “But look at the pattern,” he said. “Look at the history here.”

After that first missing time experience in West Hollywood (where we arrived home at 4:00 am, looked at each other and said “Well, that’s weird!” then just went promptly to bed, where we didn’t wake up once until 4:00 pm the next day) I began having all kinds of UFO dreams, including what I call “The Geisha Woman” dream. (tall, white gray face “woman” in a kimono sitting across from me inside a spaceship. I’m very angry but also scared; they took my husband away and “they” are keeping us apart.) This was before Budd Hopkins, Strieber, etc.

He went on: “Then that second time on Lorane Highway, with the silver craft, and the orange orb, and missing time, and your dreams. . .”

Yes.

Well, there it is. What is means, I don’t know. But it seems that, among other things, this connection, or these experiences, go back a long way.

Jeremy Vaeni asked me why I don’t just come out and admit I’m an abductee. After all, look at the history, beginning in childhood, look at the pattern and relationship with my husband, look at my passion here with UFOs. I’m clearly trying to find out something.

And yet, I’m visiting the Nile, apparently.

However, I cannot say “I’m an abductee” and have never said so. (despite the insistence of a few trolls out there who say such things on their website) I have no memory of seeing aliens, or being abducted. Dreams, while exceedingly interesting and useful, aren’t enough to base that conclusion on. And while the sum of my experiences point to something Fortean/paranormal/possibly alien, I can’t make that assumption.

It’s possible there’s been some kind of relationship with these beings/UFOs that doesn’t translate to “abduction.” Maybe some people are “programmed” to remember their relationships as abductions, maybe they are two different things, maybe it’s the government playing mind control games.

So for now, I’ll just continue to do what I’m doing, and see where it takes me.

Posted by R. Lee "
At 7:48 PM, Anonymous said…

Ahhhh, shiver me timbers and other things too! That tres sexxxxy Incubus sitting on Miss Lee's heaving breasts sezz it all dahlings!http://orangeorb.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-non-dreams-and-aliens-personal-tale.html
At 3:47 AM, Anonymous said…

Yaaawwwnnnnnnn... So, Biddy, does old Arthur at play still have the Mexican trots?

I mean, Jeeezuz, since December 22 of last year? Must be some case! And I only thought he suffered from an indefinite case of diarrhea of the mouth--now he's going both ways!

Has he finally run out of shit to expectorate onto others, or is he just pausing while he regains his.... mighty microcephalic strength?

Do tell; almost no one now may want to know (check your blog stats), but I'm still...semi-curious.

Oh, and the reference above to sir, as you note? That's in reference to the US Army --McCarthy hearings of June 9th, 1954, wherein Special Counsel to the US Army, Robert N. Welch, after yet another stupid, desperate smear against a junior legal associate of Welch's law firm, finally said to US Senator Joseph A. McCarthy, "let us not assasinate this lad further, Senator. You have done enough. Have you no sense of decency sir, at long last? Have you left no sense of decency?"

This was the beginning of the end of McCarthy and his reign of political extortion and terror against others in the government. But then, you wouldn't know that, not being very educated, especially about American history. I ask you, now, sir--have you and your absurd cohorts have no sense of decency left? You have done enough, with this sick and counter-productive blog. You defeat your own ostensible purposes, and only degrade yourselves by continuing. Perhaps that realization is what has made the old, sad Art at play so ill, but then he's always been kind of sickening and diseased in his mind, now hasn't he? Too bad, so sad. Get over yourselves.

Oh, and sucking the boys off at the old Triple "R" ranch? Art wanted his crown, and has only suckceeded in a rather poor emulation of an already sad old chickenhawk. He could teach you lessons, I'm sure, he's been at it so long. Do you really want to be in training by the likes of them? Just keep on doing what you have already done here. So, bye for now. I await your puerile reply. You dickheads.
At 4:58 AM, Anonymous said…

Yup, that was me again. Pop quiz: how many comments of the total of 18 now appended to this post were my me? Uh, uh...guess again! Thought I'd plugged in my usual "anonymichael" notation, but after I reviewed my draft, the comment option for "other" reverted to "anonymous"--my most sincere apologies. Notice my Joker-like grimacing, rictus-laden smile? Or did I mean semiotic simile? And where, where, is the Bartman? Biddy? Is he still lurking around the UK-UFO site? Anonymole, where did you bury him? Blogger really sucks, too. There are at least 5 seperate software flaws in the comment process, alone. You would pick this kind of site to do this kind of blog... it all kind of fits, donnit?

By jove, wait a minute...My God! [cut to Commander Bowman, as he approaches the gigantic black obelisk floating near Jupiter] It's full of bullshit! Ahem. We resume our normal program...

Heh! Anonymole/Biddy, I thought you could tell my style anywhere around here! And what if I change my style, among other parameters? Then you seem to be lost. Loser. Fits. My this Kahlua is good. Me am intellegunt. Me caveman lawyer. Subpoena anyone lately, sir? So you were guessing Kimball or Lehmberg? Ha! And ha! again. I hope my little note above explained the "sir" reference adequately. Did you forget that Paul K. and Alfred L. always post, and always have, under their own real names, even in this dank dungeon of dung? What's brown and rings like a bell? I'll now do the Pythonesque silly walk for you. Oh, sorry. I guess that was me watching you prance in the mirror.

Wot's that? Hold on, guv'nor. I don't believe it! It's Arthur! And here I was wasting my time with the likes of you, old sports. Yes, here I am, just spouting off randomly, sitting on the beach in Cabo, also enjoying the beaches along the southern Gulf, reading and writing this silly stuff under the influence of a second Kahlua now over the hotel's wi-fi link, and I think....yes, it's Arthur and Biddy! They're walking up the beach along the water's edge, oh, about a 140 yards or so away. Hmmmm....I wonder if they're on to me? Wait a second. I'll get out my discreet pair of binocs. Oh, christo in a twisto...why on earth is Arthur wearing that ratty old Batman costume? And, even worse, what the hell is Biddy doing wearing an equally disheveled Robin, boy wonder, costume? This is pretty strange. Is that a martini in her hand?

And...what? (squints through the binoculars) ...HA!

They've got Anonymole on a leash, and it looks like he's chewing on a rubber bone, or something. Man, must be hard on the knees to crawl along so quickly along the shore on your hands and knees, even in the wet sand. Must have been some wild party last night.

Hmmmm.....I'll just slip on my sunglasses and sit here in my beach chair while I act nonchalant. Maybe they'll just....go away. Here's hoping. I must be really bored....

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Thank you verrry muuch. Elvis has left the building. Where's my damn cape?

Later, 'gators. You make a delightful family picture. Rx-rated, I'm sure, wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Is she a go-er? Ciao!
At 11:31 PM, Anonymous said…

Michael! How dreadful that you would impersonate through your devilish anonymity! You have a terrible wasp nest up your ass and you love to take it out on Arthur's blog! I now profusely apologize to Alfie and Pauline for assuming one of them was you!

And Michael, I could not care less about your longwinded explanation of your political affectation of the "sir" word. And I wasn't in Cabo at anytime with my dearest Artie and our good friend Anonymole. It was not us you saw!

In the meantime, I've continued having to help diaper-up my beloved and my long pretty nails have had to be cut because of the fecal matter that gets attached under them. So damn you Michael for your terrible and paranoid attack! If you were a gentleman you'd go to hell and you'd die!

I know this will make you terribly jealous Michael, because your investigations have run dry! You see, my brave Arthur managed to track a sulphuric-smelling chupacabra that was oft seen whilst shapeshifting ufos buzzed over.

And even more incredible during the expedition, with his Depends on no less and by his sheer wits and manly strength that is expressed best in an Englishman; he has come across a marvelously ancient Stargate, the likes of which Richard Dean Anderson couldn't possibly dream of! It should not matter that it happened quite by accident, cleaning up another personal accident and diaper change. It's the discovery that counts!

And if the public doesn't read of it soon, on ohhh say Linda Mouton Howe's website or on Whitley Streiber's website; then you'll know the NWO has stopped the story!
At 8:42 AM, Anonymous said…

"And Michael, I could not care less..."

Yeah, that's pretty self evident. And that's also the problem. It's apparent you do not have any sense of decency, shame, restraint, or constructive, viable criticism of those you wish to pillory in such an absurd and sickening manner. Just be careful you don't end up erecting the very scaffold of ridicule you end up hanging yourself with.

Oh, that's right, you've already done that. Been there. And where is Arthur? You ought to know, Biddy, Anonymole, ridiculouslygayufologist, etcetera, etc. Don't you ever get tired of playing with yourself and your manifold alter-egomaniacs? I guess not. More's the pity. You dope(s). Too bad, so sad.

Get a life, "Arthur". Or should I just reveal who I think you are? Your choice.
At 6:42 PM, Anonymous said…

Get a life, "Arthur". Or should I just reveal who I think you are? Your choice.

Reveal please? After that, face the reality that no one takes your protestations seriously "anonymichael".

What's your problem and obsession with this blog anyway? Are you a suffering abductee and no one takes you seriously?
At 8:48 PM, Anonymous said…

"Reveal please? After that, face the reality that no one takes your protestations seriously "anonymichael".

What's your problem and obsession with this blog anyway? Are you a suffering abductee and no one takes you seriously?"

----------------

Reveal please? Is that a request or a concern? I'll name "Arthur" after I'm satisfied I can confirm who he is. Text pattern analysis is a such a wonderful, multi-spectral tool.

So, no one takes my protestations seriously? Then why even respond? You have the choice of ignoring me, you know. I'm guessing there are at least a few parties who take me at least semi-seriously. And my problem with this blog? Need you ask, again? Review prior fairly recent comments of mine here. Maybe you'll be at least partially able to grasp my intent then, but I wouldn't take any bets on that, as you seem oblivious, so far. I'm not talking to you anyway, so why don't _you_ go away?

There's no obsession on my part; you might ask that question of "Arthur" and his imaginary minions, instead. Suffering abductee? Please. Is that the best you can do? I take the ufo subject fairly seriously myself, despite all the blather and nuttiness it brings forth. I'm just trying to get people here to listen to just a bit more reason and rationality. In retrospect, the only thing I regret are my rather intemperate remarks about the RRR guys. They've made several serious errors in judgement and analysis, but compared to the crap that has gone on here, they're as innocent and unstained as new-borne babes in the woods, relatively speaking. Except for one total jerk who will go unnamed--he knows who he is.

But, perhaps you're right, only in the sense that it may not make much of a difference. However, I would note that "Arthur" has posted no new entries in about a month and a half. If I contributed to that delay or hesitation, then that alone is a good thing. I just hope he takes the time during his "sabbatical" to really think about what he's done and trying incessently to do here, as he impugns his own rather insincere efforts.

I'll tell you what, since nothing is really happening here anyway, I'll go away and not comment further until there seems to me to be some real need for a response. Does that make you happy? I'm outta here until further notice or real, significant provocation requires my possible return.

Arrive a derci, mon ami! (borderline mixed metaphorical language humor)

Chow, babies!
At 6:59 PM, Anonymous said…

Two words ---- East Timor

Cheers!

xoxo,

Biddy
At 7:41 PM, Anonymous said…

Hi, "Arthur"

Two words: Northern England
At 6:08 AM, The Odd Emperor said…

Who really cares other than the ideologically challenged and the revenge obsessed weirdo? (you both know who you are.)

While it would be entertaining to "out" Author it would serve nothing, not even a short-term interest, not enough to bother with methinks. And in any case, I don’t believe in revenge and I have nothing against Arthur.

You people can speculate all you like, I think it would be more fun to get the Arthur/Biddy characters back on line. You are all welcome at the Odd Empire BTW, the drinks and the bandwidth are free, the waitresses are only cheeky when you want them to be and it doesn’t snow there -- ever!

What more could a pundit want?
At 8:58 AM, Anonymous said…

"revenge obsessed weirdo"? Oh, boy. Such impertinent equainimity!

Tsk, tsk, Mr. Pettingil--"like some frenzied, meth-driven, revenge-crazed weirdo sleaze weasel, skittering lamely across the frozen tundra of his own delusional soul towards parts unknown.." would have worked better, don't you think? ("channeled" via the late/great Hunter S. Thompson)

I think you might be breaking your own rules, don't you?

I had to ROTFL at your commentary--it's the epitome of irony. It seems rather contradictory, considering a large number of your own posts on your blog that you made regarding "Arthur" a few months ago--you really ought to review that. A bit hypocritical, to say the least. And it seems others have found you rather amusing, also:

See: http://home.earthlink.net/~mottimorph/OdEmp.html

You remember that, don't you Id Imp? Oh, and there are so many blog posts of yours from a couple months ago, and related comments of yours about "Arthur" that could be so illustrative, but why bother?

If folks are really interested, which is doubtful, they can go take a look for themselves. All I can say in parting is, do you know how to spell "schizoid?"

I knew you could! Good boy! Now, roll over! Wait a sec....are you chewing on Anonymole's rubber doggy toy again? Biddy won't like that! Arthur, get in here and discipline your pets! They're soiling that much-stained carpet, again! Good thing it's already a brown color...squatotamous hippopototamus out. Where's me damn cape!?
At 10:09 PM, Anonymous said…

^ Sure reads like Lehmberg. A long shot would be Regan in disguise. Such anger..... ;-p
At 7:15 AM, The Odd Emperor said…

Reagan’s never been able to really disguise herself (she’s tried several times – never successfully.)

Anyway, anonymoose, you never really read Mott’s diatribe have you? Or any of his stuff? He likes the Odd Emperor so much – did you know that he even sends birthday presents to the staff?

Truth!

So why did the phrase “ideologically challenged and the revenge obsessed weirdo?” trip you off so much -- hmmm? I wasn’t naming names, (I could but, I could also do a lot of things.)

Seem that someone’s got real self-image problems

I had to ROTFL at your commentary--it's the epitome of irony. It seems rather contradictory, considering a large number of your own posts on your blog that you made regarding "Arthur" a few months ago--you really ought to review that. A bit hypocritical, to say the least. And it seems others have found you rather amusing, also:

Not a bit! Not in the least! Have I outed Arthur? Am I harassing people? Sneaking around and sending hate-mail ?

Anyway, amusement is what the Odd Empire is all about!

But; have I been rolling round on the floor?

I don’t think so – dirty down there!

http://oddempire.org
http://oddempire.org/weblog
At 12:51 AM, Anonymous said…

I'm in a busy tizzy during an important phase of the Star Gate investigation here in East Timor. Nothing terribly unusual to report except for several suspicious sightings of black helocopters soaring over our encampments.

Darling Arthur is in hospital back in our beloved England, upon doctor's orders to rid him of pesky parasites that infested his tender gastrointestinal tract during our expedition in Mexico.

But to our dear friends here at Arthur's blog, let me put to rest one of the latest salacious rumours that are so often rift in Ufology!(As if Betty Andreassen Luca has anything to worry about.): Arthur is NOT the Baby Daddy of Anna Nicole Smith's child!!

Cheers!

xoxo,
Biddy
(Bidina is my Christian name for those of you who are interested)
At 3:48 AM, Anonymous said…

Funeral Notice:

Arthur died a few days before Christmas, 2006.

This is the real reason there have been no additional posts since 12/22/06.

The cause was brain cancer and bad attitude, as was reflected in his posts.

Biddy requests that funeral wreaths be tossed onto your local lake, river, or ocean in
commemoration while speaking in insulting scatological memes about ufology in general and/or your least liked ufologist. Mourners may also deprecate in song or poem their most despised theories of ufo origins.

The funeral was held in Blackpool, with Biddy, Anonymole, ridiculouslygayufologist, and anonymichael, among many other sock puppets, in attendance. So long old Arthur. We'll hardly miss ye.
At 12:44 AM, Anonymous said…

Hush you feckless anonymous Ufool! I hope you get abducted and raped by a Reptoid!

My darling Arthur is still recovering from his worm infestation and is reconsidering what ufos are as they relate to the meaning of life.

In the meantime, I am still following the course of the Stargates. My delicious camp boys and I have settled in with the Mambae, here in the central mountains of East Timor, as we continue our work. The black helos (which I believe are actually ufos in disguise or the NWO,...or both!) still buzz us incessantly. Wearing tinfoil on our heads and genitalia does help in repelling these denizens of high strangeness.

All materials I've sent to Linda Moulton Howe and Whitley Streiber have mysteriously been lost. And I receive calls on my cellphone from a very disturbing man , with a reedy voice, who calls himself Indrid Cold. Still, I carry on!

Cheers!
xoxo,

Biddy
At 4:59 PM, Anonymous said…

Damn, Bidina, those must be hellaciously powerful worms to have kept Arthur down so long.

I have these visions of Arthur's humongous intestinal tract, infested with "Dune"-like monster worms, looping through his bowels. Ugh! I think there was an episode of The Simpsons where intelligent space worms set up house-keeping in the main character's body (Philip J. Fry), and actually made him smarter as they enhanced and modified his internal organs, including the brain.

Have you noticed any greater intelligence or coherence in Arthur while he's been "under the influence" of...whatever it is? Have they tried to communicate? If so, Arthur may have the "Fry worm syndrome." Which in Arthur's case, may be an improvement.

In the meantime, despite all my blather above, it is good to hear that, finally, Arthur "is reconsidering what ufos are as they relate to the meaning of life." And, I would assume, his own life and behavior here on this blog? About damn time. One can only hope.

And hey, I wasn't at any "funeral" for Mr. A! And I resent being grouped together with those other sock-puppets! If anything, even though anonymous, it is I that am the Anti-Sock Puppet! Bbbwwwaaahhaaaahahoo! I confirmed this by re-analyzing the Book of Revelations in the Bible....which we all know must be true, right? Until next time.
At 6:43 AM, Anonymous said…

I have these visions of Arthur's humongous intestinal tract, infested with "Dune"-like monster worms, looping through his bowels.

See here Michael! Not everyone is qualified to use their Major Ed Dames Remote Viewing kit!

Cheers!

xoxo,

Biddy
At 10:45 PM, Anonymous said…

Just came across this forum, and noticed quite a bit of guessing about the real identity of the person named "Arthur". I'm not sure, but why do I think that "Arthur" may actually be Andy Roberts? Well, for one, there are a lot of interesting parallels. I'll just leave it at that for now.
At 9:39 PM, Anonymous said…

Dear Doctor,

Well, I'm glad you said it first. That was my speculation also, but I wanted to confirm beyond all doubt that dear old Andy might in fact be Arthur. I still don't have absolute proof, but he's one of my "better" candidates.

Sure been quiet here since your post, also. So, Artie, worms still got you down? Biddy, still ruminating on remote viewing, and such? Anonymole, still digging lightless tunnels in the dirt? Ridiculouslygayufologist, still ridiculously gay blade unclasped?

What say all you related sock puppets of the just so fabulous "Arthur"? Truth got your tongue, or just realizing the ridiculous nature of your evaporating efforts?

Anonymichael
At 6:17 AM, The Odd Emperor said…

Anonymichael!

The truth has NEVER gotten my tongue. Unfortunately I have absolute proof, but like any good UFOlogest I cannot reveal my sources.

It's a strange world is it not, people hide behind false identities, telling stories about each other in the dead of night (or on the fleeting electrons of a computer screen.)

And yet, ever so fleetingly the truth leaks out. Despite the best efforts of people to force truth into neat little alien shaped packages it prevails and thrives.

To that end, early in May I will be starting a forum at the Odd Empire. A forum devoted to the truth. Not just my truth or Arthur's truth or even your truth. It will be devoted to an exchange of ideas that fall on both sides of the fence. A place where (to use Regan's words) skeptics and woos can find out what makes each other tick.

The URL will be
http://www.oddempire.org/arena

The Odd Emperor
http://oddempire.org
At 1:46 PM, Anonymous said…

Odd Id Imp!

Been a while. Welcome back!

"The truth has NEVER gotten my tongue. Unfortunately I have absolute proof, but like any good UFOlogest I cannot reveal my sources."

Yeah, that is so very unfortunate, since you don't say what your 'absolute proof' even refers to. Assuming it's Arturo's identity, once again I have to doubt that. You're such a tease!

"And yet, ever so fleetingly the truth leaks out. Despite the best efforts of people to force truth into neat little alien shaped packages it prevails and thrives."

Oh, really? Strange...why am I thinking about the great words embossed into the floor of the entrance lobby of the CIA HQ, "the truth shall make you free"? How cynically ironic, given the context and history of same. Don't count on the truth prevailing and thriving, either, buster---those who don't understand our real history are doomed to not just repeat it, but perpetually misconstrue and misunderstand it, with a little help from their "shadow friends".

"A forum devoted to the truth. Not just my truth or Arthur's truth or even your truth. It will be devoted to an exchange of ideas that fall on both sides of the fence. A place where (to use Regan's words) skeptics and woos can find out what makes each other tick.

The URL will be
http://www.oddempire.org/arena"

Heh! "The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?" And, will you be moderating this enlightened lovefest? Will you choose, on occassion, to delete some, shall we say, challenging posts you don't like? Hmmmm? Then what kind of truth is that? Truthiness, ala Colbert? A facsimile thereof?

The Empire of the Odd's personal gladitorial arena. Oh, I can't wait. This will be just like the good old days, when my prior reincarnation fought alongside my fellow Romans in the great Colisseum. Oh, how the blood flowed! What glory! Veni, vidi, vici! Sic transit gloria allred...

Uh, I'll stop there. Oh, and don't forget to throw a few Christians to the lions, tigers, and bears. [Oh, my!] We just really need this kind of further disinfotainment, and blood on the tracks, to divert us from the real ufological issues. Been there, done that!

I look forward to seeing this actually become another reality. Bring it on, sucka! 8^)!
At 9:33 AM, The Odd Emperor said…

I'll look forward to you joining up, should be fun!

Heh! "The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?" And, will you be moderating this enlightened lovefest? Will you choose, on occassion, to delete some, shall we say, challenging posts you don't like?

I might, I might not. I've never done that before, why should I start now?

It may amuse me to throw the doors open and see what crawls through.

And enlightened? heh! I sincerely doubt it!

http://oddempire.org
At 9:56 AM, Anonymous said…

Allll righty, then! (Ace Ventura)

Gee, I kind of miss Arthur, Biddy, anonymole, ridiculouslygayufologist, et al, don't you?

My languaoid fly swatter lies by my side, dormant. It needs some exercise. Perhaps your blog arena will supply the buzzing insectile "food for thought" it needs to become activated once again. Gah! There's a gnat! Swat it! 8^}
At 12:00 PM, The Odd Emperor said…

Just for you then! It shall be done!

How about May 1st? An auspicious day as any?

http://oddempire.org
At 1:18 PM, Anonymous said…

Ooookaaayy...MayDay, then, comrade!

Done and done.

There's nothin' happenin' here, anyway. Maybe they're all taking a dirt nap in Arthur's cottage, cuddling under that infamous brown, soiled rug once spoken of. Maybe they got smart to themselves. Ha!

"That'll be the day..." -B. Holly
At 5:22 AM, Anonymous said…

ANONYMICHAEL BITCHED: Allll righty, then! (Ace Ventura)

Gee, I kind of miss Arthur, Biddy, anonymole, ridiculouslygayufologist, et al, don't you?

Look you little bitch! I have not spent the last decade as a ufologist for nothing! The old hags I investigate that swear on their wizardsleeved cunnies, that they have been invaded by bobble headed aliens has paid off!

I'm part way through the operation!
I have luscious 34DDDs, all my chest and other man-hairs removed and am taking my hormone shots and pills regularly.

So, just because I cannot check in for your fucking benefit ANONYMICHAEL, does not mean I'm out of the Ufology scene forever.

Next up is turning my sacs and french bread into a tres gorgeous Vagina!

I am a proud TRANNY Ufologist! Deal with it, Bitch!

And much love to tres Sexy Biddy and ailing, but just as Sexy Artie-licious! Love you both...ooohhhh and The Odd Emperor too!!!
At 4:05 AM, Anonymous said…

"Look you little bitch!"

Um...hate to point this out to the cognitively impaired, but I am not a bitch. Nor are you, as much as you'd like to pretend you are.

"So, just because I cannot check in for your fucking benefit ANONYMICHAEL, does not mean I'm out of the Ufology scene forever."

Whoever implied or otherwise that your checking in was of any benefit to me? Not I. I mean, you're not even real. So you never were part of any "Ufology scene", ever.

I think we may have "pricked a nerve" or perhaps made a prick nervous.

No matter. This blog has been moribund, if not actually dead, since late last year. You are obsolete. Please continue dying a quiet death. You've really had nothing to say, of significance or true import, since the beginning. Now go away.

Here's hoping the Odd Emporer's "Arena" concept works, where skeptics, believers, agnostics, and others may have an open, honest, civil discussion of their opinions and perspectives on ufo phenomena and the "ufo community".

Yeah, right! Well, one can hope. It all depends on the moderation skills of the purveyor involved.
At 4:06 AM, The Odd Emperor said…

Here's hoping the Odd Emporer's "Arena" concept works, where skeptics, believers, agnostics, and others may have an open, honest, civil discussion of their opinions and perspectives on ufo phenomena and the "ufo community".

Who said anything about civil? I'm not naive enough to believe that people are always going to treat one another with respect. Especially in an emotionally charged field like Ufology.

Hopefully? It won't be boring! But, in this context, I think being unable to debate a point IS boring.
At 2:03 AM, Anonymous said…

"I know a bitch a mile away and you scream bitch!"

(*giggle*--look who's talking!)

I think the only one screaming in this quiet little cyberspace room is you. Calm down, please.

"And you are the silly little dipshit who keeps posting in this thread naming other posters and demanding to know where they are!"

"...silly little dipshit..." Ah, what intellectually sophisticated and endearingly subtle terms of affection you use. I may swoon!

Could you be more specific? What other posters have I "named"?

I have _surmised_ who Arthur might be, but I don't really know for sure, and actually could care less at this point.

Demanding to know where "they" are? Other than thinking "Arthur" lives in England, possibly Northern England due to some of his affectations and uses of language, I don't know what you're talking about--do you?

If so, again, please be specific. Otherwise your comments make no sense. Not that they do anyway...

"Now just shut-the-fuck up bitch, because I'm enjoying that tres-testosterone-drenched man called The Odd Emperor!"

Shut the fuck up? And what are you going to do about it if I don't? You can't do a damn thing. You're just another of Artie's sock puppets, so get real. Oh, that's right--telling a sock puppet to get real is like asking Pinocchio to become a real boy. Not very likely.

Ok, I'll play the game for a second: like most old, shriveled-up trannys, you're pretty confused and rather mean and nasty. Can't decide whether you're a boy or a girl? So you chose to be kinda in-between or both or neither?

I mean, how can you be two places at once when you're really nowhere at all?

OE, set "her" or "it" straight (ha!) about why it's inappropriate for RGTU to go moaning on about your testosterone.

You know, change characters for a bit, ok, RGTU. I'd like to address Biddy. Or Anonymole. But I would prefer mostly to talk to "Arthur", if he has the guts to do so.

Ta Ta For Now...
At 10:33 AM, Anonymous said…

Well, no response in the last few days. I should have expected that.

I will no longer be checking this blog or posting comments from this point forward (April 29, 2007).

I will be checking into the Odd Emperor's new forum at:
http://www.oddempire.org/arena
when it starts up on May 1.

I will probably be using a new pseud, to differentiate from the anonymichael pseud used in this disgusting, decadent ruin of a blog.

Mr. Roberts, if you were responsible for this blog, you should be ashamed. If you had nothing to do with it, and it's some other idiot, then my apologies for suspecting you.

But I will say in conclusion that whoever started this blog made so many errors in judgement and fact along the way that it's no surprise nothing new has been posted since Dec. 22, 2006. Its' sickness became so overwhelming that it imploded, just as I predicted.

It's only point was to sadistically try to damage and hurt people, which is why I stuck with it and acted as a counter to its' horrific politics of attempted personal destruction.

Goodbye forever.

Anonymichael
At 8:33 PM, Anonymous said…

Hello, again!

Yes, I was hardly gone, having spoken my "goodbye, forever" line when, lo and behold, "Arthur" returns after over 4 months absence and begins again! His explanation:

"So, where have I been, you might ask. I’ll tell you freaking where; in Despair. It’s just been too awful to contemplate. Mine is a tragic but uncomplicated story that won’t take long to relate, for it goes, quite simply, like this. It’s all turned to absolute fucking, god awful shite."

Which, of course, tells us really absolutely nothing! I mean this blog was _already_ "absolute, fucking, god awful shite", so this rationale for his absence makes no sense or contribution whatsoever!

Should I have expected anything more? No, but I had hopes. Dashed by reality, again...

And other than his nasty comments about UFO magazine (which I agree with--it's pretty damn worthless, for the most part, especially since Don and Vicki sold out to Birnes, he of the absurd Corso book. And now than Don and Vicki are "retiring"--I suspect they got sick of being associated with such a rag any longer than they had been after Birnes started his regime--which is when the magazine _really_ went even further downhill, like off a cliff), there's not much there. BTW, this is not a knock on Alfred or Regan. I just think, compared to before Birnes buy-out, when UFO 'zine had some degree of credibility, the post-Birnes UFO kind of sucked.

Arthur's two posts are, eh, kind of mild and bland. Has "Arthur" lost his touch?

Or is does his timing have anything to do with the fact that, also as of May 1st, a new forum has been started by the Odd Emperor?

See: http://www.oddempire.org/arena/

Mighty suspicious, that. Maybe Artie didn't want the OE to usurp his brand of scatological sadistic sardonicism, and felt he had to try a comeback. Sad to say, I think it's too late, and the prior spirit that moved Art seems no longer to be there. Must have been those bowel worms. Good luck, Artless, in your recovery and attempt to return to form.

P.S.-- OE, I'll be over at the arena to register as soon as I implement TOR and a double-blind email address to register with. See you soon!

Goodbye, forever. Again. 8^} ...Maybe.
At 12:33 AM, Anonymous said…

Hey Anonymichael - So when did you say you were leaving? LMMFAO!
At 2:06 AM, Anonymous said…

I'm going to tell your Mother what LMMFAO means! Such language...tsk, tsk!

"Just when I thought that I was out, they pull me back in!" --Michael Corleone, Godfather III.

Mole Boy--haven't heard from you in awhile. I kind of missed the circus sideshow. And now Arthur's back! I still suspect him of being victim to the "Fry Worm Syndrome" (FWS), described above. I mean, as long as Biddy was telling us Arthur had worms in his bowels, he wasn't posting here. A sign of intelligence.

Then, when he's apparently free of the worm problem, he's back here salaciously posting, and again he descends to below the lowest common denominator. Proof positive of FWS!

And now even Saul of the Mole Men returns from his nocturnal spelunking...I have to assume Biddy will be breaking into song here shortly, considering all the recent reactivity and stirring.

Kinda sweetly reminds me of the gentle sound of hamsters stirring up the loose sawdust and shredded newpapers at the bottom of their cage. Preparatory to defecation.

Maybe I'll hang around for a little while longer...you know...keep an eye on you little animals. Just until the arena gets going. Heh.

Then again, I can almost always only say maybe, but it all depends.
At 4:09 PM, Anonymous said…

Anonymichael - It's so damned easy to pull your strings, yah wackassed abductee.
At 4:12 PM, Anonymous said…

"Anonymichael - It's so damned easy to pull your strings, yah wackassed abductee."

Well, anonymole, at least you're consistent. Consistently avoiding the point I've made here, in so many ways.

First, I pull my own "strings", no one else. The real question is why you let _your_ strings get pulled, by "Arthur" or others here in the sock puppet menagerie. You try to defend the indefensible, and just end up looking like some small, furry animal with it's head in the soil of it's own ignorance and stupidity.

Maybe that's why you call yourself anonymole.

And, I should add in conclusion, as I've indicated before, I am not an abductee. Frankly, I doubt if anyone is an actual "abductee".

So, as always, your response is completely off-point and weak. Lame. But, anyone with rationality already knew that. Hate to break this news to you. Go on, dig another hole for yourself--it's what you do best.
At 4:57 PM, Anonymous said…

Mikie, Arthur owns you! You've announced your departure [as if anyone gives a shit you'd leave] countless times, then you're back for more! LOL

And don't deny you are an abuctee victim. I'd bet you'll get diddled tonight by some miserable creature. Maybe he'll be human, maybe not.
At 1:41 AM, Anonymous said…

God, if he owns anyone, it's you.

As for your insistence about my being an "abductee victim" and getting "diddled", I think this in psychological terms is referred to as "projection".

In other words, that's what _you_ actually want, not me. Sick, sick, sic.
At 6:42 PM, Anonymous said…

So Mikie, when will you have saved up enough money from slaving
at The Home of the Whopper, to pay for hypnosis; so we can all know just what happened during your missing time eipisode? I think you were raped, dude.
At 1:50 PM, Anonymous said…

Silly, silly boychick--everyone knows hypnosis _implants_ false memories.

And I bill my time at $75 per hour. Started twenty years ago at $60. I guess you could say I do all right.

And, as I've said before, and I guess will have to mutter again when you next repeat yourself, I think you are projecting your own subconscious fantasies onto to others.

I'm afraid I don't swing your way. Thank God.

I don't know what it is, but whatever source of sardonic wit you once had has apparently evaporated. I know, it must be hard to maintain the stance of an idiot for as long as you have. Gets tiring. Ho-hum. You are boring me, baby. Say something of interest, please. Oh, and pass that word on to Arthur. His juvenalia is hanging out again. *sigh*
At 7:14 PM, Anonymous said…

And you keep responding. Mikie - I think you're a chick.
At 7:16 PM, Anonymous said…

I think you're a hick.

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