Loving
The
Aliens - Part 1
Part 1
Majestic 12 – A Concept Album or Secret Organisation?
It’s extremely strange that the first case that I was asked to investigate was about extra-terrestrials. But that’s the game I’m in, investigating the strange and odd. Here’s my report:
The existence of Majestic 12, otherwise known as Majic 12 or MJ-12, is, or perhaps isn’t, a top secret organization that was set up by President Truman to investigate the phenomenon of unidentified flying objects. Whether or not it actually exists has been a matter of debate for decades, but if it was set up by Harry S Truman we can be sure that the original members are no longer with us, unless they did manage to meet an alien who gave them the secret to eternal life.
Apparently the committee was set up after the Roswell incident in 1947 when an alien spacecraft was supposed to have crashed in the desert. They travelled the length and breadth of America getting testimonies from witnesses who claim that they had either evidence of UFO’s or they had even encountered UFO’s. By calling the clandestine group the Majestic 12 locals would think that they were a travelling Irish showband when their tour bus rolled into town and think nothing of it.
The group was made up of top people, apparently, a few scientists, some from the military and a drummer in case they ever needed to put on a show in the event of their cover being blown.
According to conspiracy theorists they put together a report which had details of the crash, the UFO and even briefings with the aliens who survived. The theorists also claim that the documents were very highly classified and were for Majic Eyes Only, which begs a question. If they were the only ones who were allowed to see it why did they bother writing a report in the first place. Surely they could have just sat about in the bar and discussed it amongst themselves, pretty pointless employing all those girls from the typing pool and keeping them up burning the midnight oil if nobody else was going to see it.
Also, these hand picked typists from the typing pool, how come none of them have ever blown the whistle and said, hang on a minute, the government is hiding the fact that aliens are amongst us from you as they weren’t as disciplined as the scientists, military men and the drummer.
When the report was completed it was supposedly given to President Eisenhower to read, let’s hope that it wasn’t a sunny day as he’d just flick through it before getting out onto the golf course.
The purported documents were sent to a filmmaker in 1984, it would be wouldn’t it, they couldn’t have done it a year earlier or they couldn’t have waited till 1985 as that wouldn’t have had the same spookiness.
To put the Roswell incident into perspective you have to realise that the crash took place just by the airbase which was home to the 509th Squadron which was the only squadron in the world trained to drop atomic bombs.
Although how do you train a crew to drop atomic bombs, you can’t take them on a live ammunition exercise can you. Imagine the scene, Randy Connors is leading the squadron, his cap set at a jaunty angle highlighting the glint from his reflective aviator sunglasses. But instead of his regular co-pilot in the seat next to him he’s got some bloke from the ministry in a fawn raincoat holding a clipboard. “When I tap the dashboard with my hand I want you to drop the atomic bomb,” you know the type.
And what happens if it goes wrong, “I’m sorry Captain, you’ve not quite got it right and have only wiped out half of Seattle, we’ll try Passadena tomorrow. Don’t worry, it happens to the best of us.”
Anyway, this airbase must have been the most sensitive and heavily guarded in the world, don’t forget it was 1947 and there were more reds under the beds than girlie mags. They must have had radar covering every inch of the sky as well as troops in towers scouring the land and sky for whatever they could see. So how did they fail to notice an alien spacecraft.
It’s not as if it just turned up on the day of the crash, there had been dozens of reports to the local radio station about sightings of UFO’s for days leading up to the crash. And another thing, if the local population were sighting these crafts from outer space, why didn’t they warn the military who could have protected them although how you go about dropping a nuclear bomb on a flying saucer is beyond me. No, they rang the local radio station, you can imagine the scene, “Hello WTF Roswell playing all the hits of today, how can I help?”
“I’ve just seen a UFO flying over my farm,”
“Thank you caller, and how are you spelling that?”
“Well, U, got it?”
“Yes, please continue,”
“F and O.”
“Oh, you mean flying saucer, we’ve had dozens of calls about that today. Thank you caller.”
“Wait, before you go, could you play a song for Wilma it’s her birthday tomorrow, say it’s from Curly, Don’t Sit Under The Apple Tree With Anyone Else But Me.”
“Oh, you’ve got an apple tree, how lovely, I’ve always wanted an apple tree but my husband says that they attract coyotes and he can’t abide coyotes.”
“No, the song is called Don’t Sit Under The Apple Tree, it’s by the Andrews Sisters.”
“Oh I know the one, I like that tune. Thank you caller I’ll pass it on to Earl who’ll play it in the show.”
“Thank you kindly, and will we be seeing you and Fred at church on Sunday?”
“Of course you will Curly we’ll see you then.”
So in the days leading up to the Roswell crash the only people within a hundred mile radius of the airbase who didn’t know about the flying saucers were the military. I’d love to see what the Majestic 12 had to say about that one.
One thing that we can say for sure is that the case for and against the existence of MJ-12 is smoke and mirrors on both sides. An author called Bill Moore who wrote a book on the Roswell incident was involved in investigations into the alleged government committee has been accused of being a government agent planted to sow misinformation. The CIA are purported to being involved as were the FBI, there’s a twist and turn every way you look.
But the actual sighting of the UFO and the finding of the wreckage needs further examination, there are many accounts that say there were a number of sightings of lights in the sky on the night before the discovery. Got you, think the conspirators, the government was lying, I knew it, if dozens of people saw the lights in the sky it must be true.
Yes, there were many reports of people seeing lights in the sky that night, but what is conveniently forgotten is that there was a tremendous lightning storm that evening. You’ve got to put this all into perspective, world war two had been over for two years and people were lacking excitement and adrenaline rushes in their life. If you lived out in the desert where your nearest neighbour lived fifteen miles down the road, you’d be looking up at the stars every night as well.
Don’t forget that television was in its infancy, even if you could get a signal out there, and radio just fired the imagination, so you had the perfect storm. Apart from being cow pokes through the day and going into town once a week for an evening at Hank’s Bar listening to the juke box and shooting some pool there wasn’t much to do apart from sit on the porch and gaze up at the stars.
You could see all sorts of things in the evening sky, meteors, shooting stars, dying stars, twinkling stars, the list is endless. Then one evening there’s a lightning storm but as it’s going on behind the hill in the distance all you can see is flashes of light and it makes you sit up and look. The next day you’re straight on the phone ringing round asking if others had seen it and the ball starts to roll.
It’s only when rancher Mac Brazzle finds some debris on his land does the story of the lights in the night start to take another turn. On his way home after a day’s wrangling on his farm Mac noticed some shiny objects strewn all over the landscape and went to investigate.
Stories differ as to what the materials were but the best one was that you could fold the metal up or crush it into a ball and it would spring back to it’s original shape once you released it. This was amazing and with a massive airbase down the road which would surely be interested in something like this Mac took it to show his neighbour Loretta.
It was only after Loretta had finished doing tricks with the find, maybe she made origami swans or rabbits out of it before letting it spring back to it’s normal shape, did she persuade Mac that he should show it to the authorities. So a week later Mac hotfooted it into town and showed it to the sheriff, but not before stopping off at a local bar to show the drinkers in there and letting them have a play with it.
But that’s only one story, there are other stories in which, it is claimed, witnesses who attended the crash scene saw two dead aliens lying on the floor. I’d like to know how they knew they were dead, even if they were lying there with their guts beside them how did these cowboys know that wasn’t natural for the aliens. It may have been the height of fashion on their planet to wear their intestines on the outside, this is where assumptions can lead to problems as the aliens were crated up and shipped to Fort Worth, luckily it wasn’t Fort Baxter where Bilko could have got his hands on them.
Another thing is that we know now that if we’re going to send spacemen right the way across the universe we’ve got to put them into a deep sleep, a long period of stasis. How did these cowboys turned pathologists know that these aliens weren’t just having a nap, if the spacecraft had crashed before they woke up they could still be in the land of nod.
But there was no pulse I hear you say, granted, there may have been no pulse, but who’s to say that their bodies needed a pulse, another assumption, and as every salesman is taught, don’t assume things as it makes an ass of you and me. Clever little saying that.
So we’ve got two, presumed dead, aliens on the floor, bearing in mind that the debris was reported to be scattered over a wide area so we can assume that the crash was massive, who didn’t have a scratch on them. Maybe the magic metal was based on their skin which could go back to it’s original shape after being shattered.
But, along with the two dead aliens there was another “little guy” as he was described wandering around, so there was a survivor. One of the witnesses said that he looked sad, another assumption, that may have been a smiley face on his planet, but we’ll stick with the theory that he looked sad. It’s not really surprising that he was sad was it, perhaps they did have this part right, he’d just crashed a state of the art flying saucer and left it strewn all over the Nevada desert, what was he going to tell his bosses when he got home, and more to the point how was he going to get home.
If they’d been studying earth creatures and had not just nicked the space craft for a joyride, they’d know that the chance of the earthlings giving him a lift back in any of the vehicles that they’d invented by then was zero. The poor boy, another assumption, was stuffed. Added to this his two compadres were lying in the wreckage presumed dead.
When the top brass of the air base were informed about the findings in the desert they dispatched Jesse Marcel to investigate. He was taken to the scene where he picked up some of the debris to take back for proper investigation, but not before he popped home and showed it to his son.
Being the intelligence officer on an airbase whose sole job it was to drop nuclear bombs on people may have given Jesse some insight into the dangers of radiation you would have thought. But before taking, what he believed to be debris from an alien spaceship to a scientific laboratory he nipped home to show his son what he’d found.
Jesse junior was asleep when his excited father came home, woke him up and handed him a piece of debris which he said had come from another planet. Now we all like playing tricks on our children, it’s a rite of passage to tell them that there’s a crock of gold at the end of the rainbow or the fairies live at the bottom of the garden, but to hand them a piece of potentially lethal metal is a step too far for me. I just hope he didn’t tell him to lick it to see what outer space tasted like.
Once Jesse had decided that his family had played around for long enough with this potentially earth shattering discovery that could once and for all prove that there was life on other planets he popped along to the base and met the commander. The base commander was a different kettle of fish, he realised the importance of the find, if not the importance of keeping it secret, and was straight on the phone to the world’s press.
He couldn’t contain himself and was soon announcing that they’d found the debris from a crashed alien space craft, although to be fair he made no mention of the sad little guy that they saw wandering around. The presses around the world went red hot, news like this came only once, because next time it would only be the second crashed spaceship and nobody ever remembers who came second.
So within hours the top secret airbase where the 509th squadron was based, the only squadron in the world capable of dropping atomic bombs, became the focus of the world’s attention. The Russians had probably been searching for this base for years and didn’t have a clue where it was, but the morning after the discovery the head of the KGB was having his breakfast when he found the location splashed all over the front page.
What a result for the Russians, they could now cut down on the number of spies, or sleepers as they used to call them, who were searching for the base could be made redundant. The accounts department in the Kremlin were cock a hoop as the spy ring in the USA had been clocking up a fortune in expense claims.
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