Flatwoods Tales, Continued!

The late A. Lee Stewart, Jr.

Flatwoods Tales, Continued!

by Alfred Lehmberg 

On the dewy morning of September 12, 1952, Mr. A. Lee Stewart, Jr., the subject of our report, was the co-owner of the newspaper, "The Braxton Democrat." This is a newspaper located in Sutton, West Virginia, the County seat for a soon-to-be-in-turmoil Braxton County. 

Back to Stewart, Stewart was a crack writer and a trained photojournalist in this period. He would, and very often, work with the Braxton Sheriff's Dept. and the West Virginia State Troopers Office. This would be key to solidifying Stewart's insider position in this affair!

See, in small communities at this time photojournalists would work with badged authorities, assisting them, often, on crime and accident scene investigations. Upon receiving a call from these authorities for assistance, a photojournalist would go to the location, help in analyzing the scene, photograph the scene for the police, and then report on it!

At about 9:00 PM on September 12, 1952, a late working Mr. Stewart received a call at his newspaper office from a West Virginia State Police Trooper. This was of course mere hours after the incident at the Fisher farm!

Stewart was informed that a frantic woman, our Mrs. Kathleen May, had just called the sheriff's office to report that she and a group of boys had encountered a huge "monster" on the Fisher farm in Flatwoods! She had been told that Braxton Sheriff Carr was unavailable to respond to her call because he was out on another call investigating the report of an "alleged plane crash" in nearby Sugar Creek! ...We've heard about that location, before, a constant reader will recall! 

The State Police were also busy, as we had noticed in the previous piece just alluded to! They were unavailable to even respond to the call! The reader is reminded this is an entire County of police officials who are too busy even to answer the phone! 

In turn, Stewart was empowered by the State Police to represent the Sheriff's Dept. in the absence of Sheriff Carr. Subsequently, A. Lee Stewart, Jr. drove to the May home and was the first person of authority to arrive at the house! There, he walked into a chaotic and disturbing scene! 

Stewart, the first person of officiality to go to the farm that night after the encounter, was escorted onto the property with an armed posse of fearful locals, riled in the scary kerfuffle, to investigate the area! Let's take a breath!

During Feschino's investigation Feschino was told by many of the locals he interviewed that Stewart had played a key role in all of the events that followed in the "Flatwoods Monster" encounter! Feschino desperately wanted to interview him to add to his story, but there was a big problem. No one knew where Stewart was because he had sold the newspaper years ago and moved out of the State!

For years, Frank continued to search for Stewart... not even knowing if he was still with us! Then, in the purest of serendipities during a research visit to West Virginia in 1996... Frank had been talking to oldsters and what-not for recollections and memories... people around Sutton... and just happened to speak to a man who informed him that Stewart was still alive, AND well! 

Stewart, it's discovered, had left West Virginia in the late 1950s and then dropped out of sight, but he had been seen recently in the area for a funeral! Stewart's wife had passed away, it's discovered, and she was brought back home to be laid to rest in her native Braxton County. Still not knowing where Stewart lived, Feschino went to the local funeral home in Sutton, associated, and obtained A. Lee Stewart's current address. Finally, Feschino had found his man! 

Shortly after, he phoned Mr. Stewart at his home in North Carolina and told him that he was conducting a serious investigation into the "Flatwoods Monster" case. Feschino explained that he was already working with Mrs. May and several other people involved in the incident and would like to talk with him about the affair. Feschino told Stewart about the massive amount of research he had compiled, thus far, and also informed him about the horrendous inconsistencies recorded in the media over the years. ...Could Stewart clear some of these up?

Feschino told Stewart that he would like to set the record straight once and for all, on the issue, and would like to video-record him. By the end of their conversation, Stewart told Feschino that his persistence in his detailed research was admired! ...And let's pause a moment for digression. Feschino's investigation of this whole "Summer Of Saucers" affair in 1952 is unique in that it substantiates itself more and more the more it is investigated! Other investigations seem to tend to insubstantiation the closer one gets to them... not so with Flatwoods. Flatwoods continues to substantiate itself the closer one gets! What records and materials must exist, extant, elsewhere in Washington? Digression, over.

Stewart, likely wanting to remove an old splinter in the winter of his declining winter, readily agreed to talk further with Feschino about his involvement in the "Flatwoods Monster" case. Feschino was beside himself in delight and anticipation! Stewart explained that his health was not good and said Feschino should get to North Carolina as soon as possible! He invited Feschino to his home.

Very shortly thereafter, Frank Feschino, Jr. packed his research and went to Stewart's home for a long weekend. They would speak for days about the case!

Stewart reviewed all of Frank's research materials and told him about his involvement in all of the events that followed the "Flatwoods Monster" incident. Stewart explained that within days, this story had become so widely known that the small town of Flatwoods was overrun and trampled by countless reporters, writers, curious on-lookers, and graceless looky-loos! Indeed, the astonishing story had taken on a life of its own, was Stewart's report! 

Subsequently, the office of "The Braxton Democrat" newspaper became a make-shift headquarters of information—information brokers, really, for the reporters who came into the area from around the country. Feschino was astounded at the breadth and scope of the information he received... 

At the end of his stay, Feschino set up his video camera and videotaped Stewart in his living room! For Stewart... the record would, at last, be set straight. 

Stewart's detailed information concerning the events following the "Flatwoods Monster" incident set the foundation and framework for the entire story used to write Feschino's books! This is a demonstration how key Stewart's serendipitous contribution WAS to a Revealed Flatwoods... and that pesky air war with ET...  

Feschino's taped video recording of A. Lee Stewart's testimony, among OTHER startling video testimonies, reader, is the only one in existence! A following link is a portion of that videotape with A. Lee Stewart, Jr., in the proceeding photo of a newspaper article:

"In 1952, I was co-owner and publisher of "The Braxton Democrat", I broke the story on what is known as the "Braxton County Monster," or the "Flatwoods Monster," as it is referred to in the modern day. I have not discussed this subject since I left West Virginia in 1958. I would like to bring to light some of the things that have been said and clarify some of the problems that have been written up on this subject... An artist from Florida by the name of Frank Feschino contacted me some time ago concerning this particular thing and has spent a lot of time in West Virginia... A lot of the material that he has picked up, which he has given to me, is not true.

The reason I am doing this is that I'd like to bring into focus some of the things that happened and what actually transpired on that particular night. It was not easy for the people who went through this incident and it wasn't easy for the people who tried to report it."

This fine gentleman can be seen in the proceeding link below, giving some of his report in the video-doc produced by Frank Feschino: it is about 17:00 minutes in, although the whole documentary, narrated by Feschino himself, is breathtaking! Read on!

The Braxton County Monster / The Flatwoods Monster: Book by Feschino

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Dutch Schweggman... Angle Trisector?

 

...trisected an angle using only compass and straight edge?

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I was hoping this will just click for somebody... regarding the picture above...

At a breakfast years ago in my parents old home, a breakfast I did not attend, my father (a retired Engineer who once worked with Stanton Friedman at AeroetJet General testing atomic engines) sat with Dutch Schweggman, my *grandfather* (widowed grandmother's second husband and an award-winning math whiz), when Dutch abruptly said, "I think I can prove the (BLANK) theorem."

"Nonsense," my Father said, a bona fide whiz and aeronautical architect in his own right... "that's not possible."

Dutch constructed the picture provided with a straight-edge and compass. At its completion my Dad was reported to have said, "Well, I'll be damned Dutch... I think you did it."

There was some excitement, many "I'll be damned" exhortations. End of story.

My Mother, now deceased, who did attend, saved the paper above (also at http://www.alienview.net/schwegg.jpg): the bones of the tale.

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One lady writes:

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"Every time I awoke during the night this diagram was in my mind. I may be wrong but I think he may have trisected an angle using only compass and straight edge. This is supposed to be impossible—at least no one had ever succeeded. 

If indeed this is what the diagram is about, it would still have to meet an accepted geometric proof. I'm hooked. I want to play with it for a while and figure out the relationships if I can. I think "H" might be the center of the concentric circles."

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Does anyone have any ideas?

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Captain Dale Leavitt: "WASHINGTON TAKES COMMAND"

 

Captain Dale Leavitt: 

1952s Commander of the 

WV National Guard during the

Flatwoods Incident

"WASHINGTON TAKES COMMAND"

by Alfred Lehmberg

Only scant hours after the "Flatwoods Monster" incident, Colonel Dale Leavitt, a promotable infantry captain in 1952, was ordered in a middle-of-the-night call by credentialed superiors to the Fisher Farm in Flatwoods, WV! These orders came, and oddly, from the USAF in Washington, D.C. and seemingly not through regular channels. There are layers in the chain of command between Washington and the West Virginia National Guard! This writer's decades-long military experience is red-flagged! Something's afoot! 

It is surmised that Leavitt substantiated these orders before acting, as a HUGE dollar investment was about to be made just in massive troop movements! Remains! That this would be an unusual reaction from a sober post-WWII government to lurid accounts of "ghosts" and "big owls" reported by some "hillbillies" in Flatwoods... seems a fair assessment. See? ...No, no, and no on ghosts, owls, and hillbillies.

Our Colonel Leavitt went to the farm on a covert, official, and hot-ticket mission with some 50 armed troops, to start!  He policed and searched the sites in question, examined the terrain, and then took various samples from different areas on the Fisher farm. These would be returned to "top men in Washington" for analysis and assessment. "Top. Men." True story. We risk a digression wondering what happened to all that stuff...

Subsequently, many years later, a retired Colonel Dale Leavitt would be interviewed by Frank Feschino, Jr. on that same Fisher Farm of lore. Leavitt talked, after some pointed struggle with the Colonel... just not wanting to talk. 

Finally, he would inform Feschino about his involvement in the "Flatwoods Monster" case during the 1952 incident. He had not spoken to anyone in decades about the affair... and he was a hard sell to get in the first place as we've alluded... harder than we'll go into here.

Anyway, reader, let's have some back-story information about Colonel Dale Leavitt of Sutton, West Virginia. To start, it's unlikely that a better man ever served his State!

The now late  (if video taped!) Colonel Leavitt was the commander of the Special Forces Augmentation Section of the State headquarters of the West Virginia National Guard back in the highlighted day. He entered the military as an enlisted man in 1941 and later saw service during the war in New Guinea and Luzon. There, he joined the 11th Airborne Division. 

After Emperor Hirohito announced the surrender of Japan on August 15, 1945, young officer Leavitt was ordered to be among the first troops to land in Japan on August 28, 1945. This was just a few days before the peace treaty was signed! How he must have felt to be on such a cutting edge of monumental history. Fate, he would find, would not be done with him!

Leavitt separated from active service in November of 1945 and became a reservist. He transferred to the WVNG in 1948 to become the Commander of Company G, 150th Infantry, at Gassaway until 1955. Dale Leavitt then served as Chief of Staff for the West Virginia National Guard from 1967 until 1968—retiring from active duty in 1973. By report, honor at every quarter.

At this point, let's go back to the "Flatwoods Monster" incident in Braxton County. In January of 1953, Pioneer researcher Donald Keyhoe, the investigator who had followed the Flatwoods case from its start and from whom we have heard before, contacted the Pentagon and requested an update from the Air Force concerning the "Flatwoods Monster" incident. 

Mr. Keyhoe spoke to Senior Public Liaison Albert Chop and was told the following "explanation," which was disingenuously and dismissively speculative right from the start! Chop stated, "The group did see two glowing eyes... probably those of a large owl perched on a limb. ...Underbrush below may have given the impression of a giant figure and, in their excitement they may have imagined the rest." 

Probably? May have?

Seriously, ponder these simplistic explications by Chop, reader! See, earlier, before Colonel Leavitt went to Flatwoods with his troops, he was ordered first to another nearby location in question by Washinton. He was directed by superiors to nearby Sugar Creek along the Elk River with about 180 troops, a light battalion! He was to set up a search and rescue mission for survivors of what was thought to be an airplane that had crashed there, in flames! 

Leavitt coordinated the search and rescue effort in Sugar Creek, producing bupkis, then left the area with about 30 troops and went to Flatwoods. Upon reaching Flatwoods, Leavitt and his troops parked their trucks on the far side of the Fisher property and entered the farm through an old logging road... this was so as not to alert the locals in town of their presence. That's curious all by itself. Why the stealth? 

They trekked up and through the woods and reached the Fisher Farm shortly thereafter. Commander Leavitt and his troops scanned the farm with spotlights, examined the various areas in question which included the tree where the encounter occurred, and they assessed the landing sites! They gathered up various debris samples from across the farm as was mentioned. Shortly thereafter, 20-30 additional troops arrived at the Fisher Farm and joined the others in the search effort. ...Quite a turnout for the "ghosts" and "Roc-owls" of scared "hillbillies"...

Recapping, during Feschino's interview with Colonel Leavitt on the farm, Leavitt told him that the USAF had communicated orders that he and his troops to go to the Sugar Creek crash site and then the Fisher Farm encounter site in Flatwoods. 

Leavitt stated, "When I got the word on [Flatwoods], I had to detour some of our people to come up here [from Sugar Creek] and look at it. What happened is they [USAF] wanted us to go—so I got the people together and brought it up here... and then to the airplane [in Sugar Creek], that's the other part of it." Feschino asked Leavitt how the Air Force knew about these two target areas to search in Braxton County! What was so important about these two areas that Leavitt was contacted at his home in the middle of the night to investigate them?

After being on the farm in Flatwoods for 45 minutes, Leavitt ordered his troops to continue their search of the area and then he left for Sugar Creek to rejoin his troop's search for the "downed airplane." Before Leavitt left the Fisher Farm though, he ordered all his troops to stay the night! The following transpired during Feschino's video interview with Colonel Leavitt on the farm:

Frank: "How long were you on this actual spot?"

Leavitt: "I'd say about 45 minutes."

Frank: "Now, how long was everybody up here... a total time"

Leavitt: "Well, we had about 50 people here, and I don't know how long. Well, they stayed the night."

Frank: [shocked reaction] "They did?"

Leavitt: "Yeah. to see if something else was going to happen."

Frank: "Now all this time your troops were out looking for a crashed airplane?"

Leavitt: "Well, yeah. Most of my people had to because it was a big area. We didn't find anything."

Now reader, remember Chop's 1953 statement given by the Air Force about the so-called "Flatwoods Monster": "The group did see two glowing eyes, probably those of a large owl perched on a limb. Underbrush below may have given the impression of a giant figure and in their excitement, they may have imagined the rest." 

At this point, can the reader really believe that the Air Force ordered Leavitt and a battalion of troops to the Fisher Farm in Flatwoods, because a group of people may have seen a "large owl perched on a limb" and misinterpreted it as a "monster?" As to the witnesses, they were knowledgeable regarding their local fauna. No "big owls" before and none since. The same goes for suspected hallucinatory coal gasses ruled out geologically by an expert. None before... and none since. We digress...

Back to Flatwoods, why did Leavitt get a phone call from Washington D.C. and receive orders from the USAF about an "airplane crash" in Braxton County? What airplane?!

See, what is the provenance of that "airplane"... that was never found? 

On that night, otherwise, there were numerous UFOs seen passing over, landing, and crashing throughout Braxton County! There are documented reports! 

The Braxton County Sheriff, as well as the State Police, were overwhelmed with phone calls from concerned citizens about these objects! They were out responding to so many of these calls they were not answering their office phones! THEY were aware that something was going on and that it was not owls or ghosts! "Hillbillies" is just insulting... and a denial mechanism's "go-to"!

So, back at the ranch, how did Washington officials and the Air Force become aware of the "Flatwoods Monster" and Sugar Creek crash in Braxton County that very night and igniting such a furious official response?! ...For ghost's and owls, remember!

The only way they would have known would have been from direct sources within Braxton County. This would have occurred through a series of phone calls from the local police to the State Police and eventually to West Virginia government officials in Charleston and eventually to the Nation's Capital. Still, how was this response so blisteringly immediate! It was just hours, remember!

Subsequently, Colonel Leavitt was contacted from the top by officials from Washington, D.C. and then he was ordered so quickly to go to those two target locations... why? Well, here is a reasonable supposition! 

It was quick because the Air Force knew they'd shot down several UFOs earlier and didn't know where these had gone down, exactly, in the country! This is a reasonable conjecture, reader, as the president had made standing orders, now well-known remember, that UFOs be shot down!

The so-called flaming "airplane," which crashed in Sugar Creek and was never found, is reasonably conjectured to be one of the damaged UFOs the Air Force had shot down, earlier! The damaged craft that went down on the farm in Flatwoods was another object that was shot down by the Air Force... and it had an occupant encountering a group of local civilians! These were able to make repairs and presumably escape?

This is why the Air Force contacted Colonel Leavitt at his home in the middle of the night and had him go to those sites with National Guard troops! That, or the Government was fulsomely alerting on ghosts and big owls! 

Feschino's exclusive interview with Colonel Leavitt can be read in its entirety in the chapter of his book, "WASHINGTON TAKES COMMAND."

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Isn't It Queer?

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What's new with John Ford? 

How goes his travail? 

Does he shamble around 

with a mop in his jail?

.

What are his chances; 

does he pretend (?) 

sweet liberty's restored 

to him ever again?

.

Is he despondent? 

Is he depressed? 

What do you miss when 

your freedom's oppressed?

.

...And he's been so for decades...

has been buried... interred...

been tied up and shut down...

ablated... deterred!

.

Is he despairing? 

Is he tormented—

writhing and chafing 

his unearned internment?

.

Of what might he THINK, then, 

"forgotten" in prison? 

How does he manage 

his hellish condition?

.

How does he govern 

the feelings he has 

for the folks who betrayed him, 

or cheated him ...bad...

.

What are his thoughts 

on that lack of concern 

from his own damned community 

who's shunned him, in turn?

. 

What are his options? 

What's his prerogative? 

His right to release 

is a sad interrogative!

.

Loitering streets? 

...Some far worse than him! 

Released, and at large?  

These are MONSTERS, my friend!

.

Though, it's Ford who is jailed 

like a serial fiend, 

when, in TRUTH, he's done nothing 

but question "the meme"!  

...And what is this "meme," then, 

the circumspect ask?  

Well, the meme that you can't 

take the "system" to task!

.

He's scorned for his courage 

of strident conviction! 

He's jailed for reasons 

concocted from fiction! 

He lives a perdition 

of "slow rot" to please... 

those who "make out" 

if he's brought to his knees!

.

He lives his debasement 

to further the ends 

of the demons who profit 

from what they propend.

. 

He's tied up and muffled 

to further the cause 

of political ambitions... 

that should give us all pause!

. 

Forgotten and lonely 

he sits in his cell, 

thinking—quite rightly—

he's gone straight to hell.

.

What's the damn hold up? 

When was his "crime"? 

Who was it injured 

for John doing time? 

Where are the reasons 

he's suffered these years? 

Why can't we help him?

.

Isn't it queer?

.

How's it continued 

he's held and confined, 

and never a trial?  

Why, I'd lose my mind! 

From the pages of Kafka, 

confined and abused 

for years without end... 

could one BE more bemused?

.

What of John's lawyer? 

What was his take? 

How much of John's property 

paid bills he had faked? 

WHERE are John's assets? 

What of his pension? 

How long must he suffer 

the man's foul detention?

.

WHERE is the Justice? 

WHERE'S the fair task; 

where has this *fairness* departed, 

some ask!

. 

Why can't he speak; 

why can't he talk—

why can't he tell us 

his crime is a crock? 

What is so secret 

they'd lock him away 

then lose all the keys 

that would free him today!

.

When will he get 

all the rights that he *has* 

for being "AMERICAN," 

I hasten to add!

.

I'm thinking of you, John; 

I'm in my back yard. 

I'm looking at Venus, 

and stars that shine, hard...

.

The wind's in my face... 

but my freedom's a fake; 

with you in your jail, 

my freedom's at stake!

. 

It's all washed away 

by the whim of the man 

who handles our lives 

with the heaviest hand.

.

Step on his toes 

in a search for some equity, 

and suffer the slings 

and his arrow's inequity.

. 

Make a demand 

for respect you be shown, 

and be thrown to the foot 

of the man's jealous throne!

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Demand a just treatment

—to be kept well informed—

and be found (surely!) outcast, 

shunned, and then scorned!

.

When is your trial? 

Shall you be heard? 

Or will they just mock you, 

and keep you interred?

.

...May John, the fates willing, 

secure his release, 

and then sue for a bundle, 

a billion at least!

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This egregiously small adumbration of his grotesquely violated civil rights justifies that SMALL hyperbole, reader!

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How much longer, people? Remember!  It's YOU in there ...rigged "due process"... Without a review. Without an appeal. Without any hope?

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"WAIT! Isn't this America"?

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...Was it ever?

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Put it together yourself, reader.

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The *accused* John Ford has an altogether efficacious history to the very moment of his alleged crime. The accuser—the late John Powell—in suspicious contrast, is associated over a period of many years with tremendous graft, vast political corruption, and an open-ended racketeering enterprise for which he later pleads no contest... AND IS CONVICTED!

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Ford was relentlessly INVESTIGATING Powell for a reason only important in that it is used later as a reason to institutionalize him, and seal him away from the very light of day. See, it remains, Powell could bear NO investigation for any reason, and so had a zero tolerance for same.

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The accused, John Ford, was a tax-paying and law-abiding "boy scout." The accuser was, clearly, a sociopathic career criminal pleading "no defense" or contest... pleading out for bupkis accountability... Black and white so very seldom delineate themselves so plainly, do they?

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No, the circumstantial brilliance of John's seeming innocence should be a red flag to the rest of us. How can we in good conscience let anything like this go so blithely... without some investigation ensuring that no injustice has been done?!

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Let me tell you something you sons of bitches (who know who they are); you imperil YOURSELVES with this too-easy and disrespectful complacency regarding John Ford. Let a machine grind ANY lawful individual in arbitrary gears with impunity and you WILL, eventually and with certainty, be ground in those same tyrannical gears, yourself! If not you—your children, or your children's children ... and with certainty, remember!  That goes for all of us.

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Restore John Ford!

Dr. James E. McDonald & The ETH

Dr. James E. McDonald

Dr. James E. McDonald & The ETH—A Review of Wendy Connors' Sixth Compilation of Ufological Aural History

by Alfred Lehmberg

Wendy Connors' legacy will be as a quality researcher of startling clarity who wholly satisfies the observer with regard to what can be regarded as... "the twitchy shiznit."  To that end, she produced quality ufological goods at a prodigious, if worryingly, race-running pace much of her adult life.  

Too, in a way, she was illustrating—by accident of Zen or incisive design in an unspoken sidebar—every reason one needs to have for detesting the scurrilous activities of the late Philip J. Klass (et al), arch skeptibunky, uber-menschen CSICOP storm-trooper, and specious agenda grinder.  Those most responsible for keeping humanity's eyes from the skies. A pox on their collective toxic memory...

Additionally, if beside the point? As she memorializes the truly monumental ufological contribution of Dr. James E. McDonald plus some cogent but alternative thinking on the Extraterrestrial Hypothesis? She very deftly places this particular iteration of her foundational ufological history series as a high ornament on the foundational tree symbolizing her ever expanding contribution to same!  Yeah... We won't be holding back. Settle in.

Hyperbole and histrionics? In our opinion, decidedly no. That circuit breaker remains icy.

Revisiting Philip Klass, to initialize, and forgetting that he is at the tap-root of every less-than-constructive attitude our hijacked mainstream can communicate with regard to UFOs (et al)... was socially instrumental to, and so holds in my too humble opinion, at least some responsibility... for the tragic suicide (...if that's what it was...!) of this review's biographical hinge-pin, the nascent ufologist Dr. James E. McDonald.  Real ufology could not have had a better beginning.  A victim of lurid obstructions and complications, it was wasted. 

I think it can be argued, reader, that there is metaphoric blood on Mr. Klass' now moldering hands. See, among portentously outrageous others, Klass' obtuse blindsiding, his completely immaterial, totally baseless, absolutely fraudulent, and patently disingenuous attacks on the competence, character, intelligence, and integrity of Dr. McDonald... were unconscionable! These were all well-known qualities and attributes! They require no citation.

James McDonald, indeed, was an early victim of a conjectured "Mothman Futility Mechanism." The sufferer of this deconstructive mechanism is an otherwise rational person who encounters an aspect of the "highly strange," and, in a passionate investigation of that very real strangeness, ends up paying an awful "price" for the pursuit of that enigma's challenge... as it's demanded by the 'enforcement arm' (Klass et al) of the jealous non-elected... "them," to put a point on it. ...And please ask me who "they" are, please.  Please!

This story transcends mere tragedy, good reader. McDonald lost a shining star career, followed by his family (A wife and six kids), and then, finally, his life... He walked out into a lonely desert, hounded by the capering trolls and ardent apologists of a disingenuous and corrupted mainstream (Klass, et al)... and fired a 38-caliber bullet into his brain.

...

To his credit, the memory of Dr. McDonald is lauded by ALL the quality ufological proponents and studiously ignored, unless pressed, by the opponents of same. To the discomfiting chagrin of the latter, Dr. McDonald actually was what most mainstream scientists and researchers only pretend to be: data-driven explorers of the brave unknown and courageous surveyors of our inevitable and fast-approaching future ... incisive scouts and intrepid pioneers on a four-fold path of experience, knowledge, wisdom, and enlightenment!  No hyperbole here. 

As a result of Wendy Connors' tireless diligence, Dr. McDonald provides the listener another "real deal": a private audience where he lays out, in a cogent, practical, and compelling manner, [One]: the case for UFOs and the extraterrestrial hypothesis (ETH)... [Two]: the abject failure of Science, Agency, Institution or Government (SAIG) to address UFOs in a remotely intelligent manner... and [Three]: the incompetent, biased, and sullenly canted 'official' investigations of UFOs extant... and referenced today, inexplicably, still! One begins to sense the awful magnitude of the terrible forces (SAIG!) that would be arrayed unjustly against our intrepid Doctor...

Just so we'll understand who we're dealing with here, James Edward McDonald held a respected Doctorate in physics from Iowa State University in the early fifties. He had worked there, briefly, as an assistant professor in meteorology. Additionally, he was a research physicist in the University of Chicago's department of Meteorology. 

A member of the University of Arizona faculty, he was first an associate professor, then a full professor in the real-world department of meteorology. Reader, full professorships in moneyed academic departments from world-class Universities are not handed out like happy meals.

McDonald was also a senior physicist in the University's Institute of Atmospheric Physics, served as both associate director and scientific director... where he was a preferred advisor to numerous federal agencies, including the National Science Foundation, the Office of Naval Research, the National Academy of Sciences, and the Environmental Science Service Administration. 

If he'd been for sale to a foreign government, the price tag would have been in the high nine figures. This individual was a stalwart class act of trained intelligence, a top-drawer scientist, a hard-nosed researcher, and was "afraid of nothing," ... he'd also, along with his wife, seen a UFO!

It's no stretch he was the Klansman skeptibunky's worst nightmare. He was a brave and talented intellectual, "a man of, zeotropic, color" with age, experience, and reputation.  He could say, and very well, exactly what he meant! ...And... he held the "ace river card", good reader... he wore an academic "badge"!  A new sheriff was decidedly in town.  ...He'd be gunned down at high noon.

It's no wonder that he would have to be destroyed. ...And he was. Verily. Thank you, Mr. Klass (...et al, living and dead...).

Again—Dr. McDonald was an articulate, engaging, and compelling speaker with a fine sense of humor as reported by seminal ufologist the late Richard Hall, and, as the listener will discover, constructively humorous. He was even able to make his audience laugh at his opposition (likely his most unforgivable 'sin', on reflection, against his back-shooting, corner-sniping and tres-cowardly opponents) as he exemplifies, even today, the totality of their collective failure to pursue real science with reasonable examples, faultless logic, and illustrative parables... or pertinent conjectures based on facts and truly scientific thinking... like Dr. McDonald was legend to be able to do.  Listeners of Connors' compilation are enabled to hear that for themselves...

McDonald produced no books on the subject of UFOs, unfortunately, but did produce several short pieces on his series of lectures and presentations made to learned colleagues and other professional persons. These talks included explications on:

1. Our Science in Default ... a paper detailing 22 Years of Inadequate UFO Investigations

2. The "Problem" of Unidentified Flying Objects ... thoughts on perceiving a cover-up.

3. Meteorological Factors in Unidentified Radar Returns

4. UFOs And The Condon Report ... A Scientist's Critique on Condon's validity, relevancy, and procedure.

5. Statement on UFOs ... Hearings Before The Committee on Science. Debunking the debunkers.

This is a hint of what the listener is treated to... sober and intelligent reflections on the reality of UFOs. No hyperbole or histrionics... just straight science as pure as your garden variety skeptibunky (Klass et al) would purport to want to have it!

Verily! Weigh Dr. McDonald's concise speech of even yesterday against the state of the art skeptibunker's duplicitous pule of today, and be not too surprised with regard to who arrives the proverbial day-late-and-dollar-short!  

All the senseless faux-skepticisms still trotted out currently with insentient and numbing regularity were asked and answered, proffered and discredited... suggested and invalidated decades ago by James E. McDonald!  Wendy Connors, indeed, provides you with a primary reference proof you can hold in your hands! UFOs are real!

...That's not all that will be found on Wendy's current compilation!

...There's Edward R. Murrow, one of the last few media journalists who had respect for the sensibilities of news consumers and who believed that an informed public was the one best served. Not resorting to cheap-shots, easy sensationalism or degrading comedy, he puts the subject of UFOs squarely in the street during an incisive thirty-minute radio program... as valid today as it was in 1950!

...There's Air Chief Marshall, Lord Hugh Dowding, dead in 1970, a British Royal Air Force Chief of Staff, who related his belief in the ETH (a belief maintained until the end of his life) on August 9, 1954.

...There's a copy of "Open Mind Debate," A public affairs program from 1960 where Professor Eric F. Goldman of Princeton University moderates an astonishing program on the subject of UFOs. The subject, "Are Flying Saucers Only Science Fiction"?... is debated by guests: Dr. J. Allen Hynek, Dr. Donald H. Menzel, Dr. Ronald Leonard Sprinkle, Dr. Frank Saltzburg and researcher John G. Fuller. Be amazed how cagey, obfuscating, evasive, and guarded Dr. Menzel can be... and wonder why! Reflect on why he would be the only panel member to get angry... Do scientists really do only as they want?

That's not all! General Douglas MacArthur holds forth on UFOs and extraterrestrials! Dr. Adolph G. Dittmar explicates on them! Dr. Ivan T. Sanderson lectures about them! Robert Coe Gardner cogitates in their regard... out loud!  Dr. Willy Ley compellingly expounds! Wow!

That's, still, not all! Twelve hours less change, total time, awaits the open mind and courageous heart of a curious listener. ...And be curious, good reader!

Curious, you increase our aggregate bravery to challenge the unknown! By becoming braver, you expand and elevate our society... you help to re-take our hijacked mainstream! Additionally, you invalidate the specious pronouncements of Philip Klass and his capering coterie of cultish apologists, men who have always resorted to character assassination, baseless innuendo, and malfeasant mechanism... when they can't debate their worthy opponents competently on the issue at hand and are keen, only, upon grinding their own cowardly duplicitous axes...

...And who can blame them? Their cowardice is just their predilection and their signature move... 

No, "standing tall" only ensures these skeptibunkies' very necessary demise... "real debate" hastens their very much required destruction... "real dialogue" only provides for the righteous invalidations they have earned! ...Too, I don't care what their reasons are for their obfuscation! They are not shared with me and so are then unacceptable, on spec!  The toleration of intolerance becomes increasingly and tediously intolerable...

Sincerely, that these threadbare and disingenuous pelicanists outlined here stand in the way of human progression with their senseless and obstinate obliviousness, that they ignore recorded history, or that they connive to despoil, degrade, and destroy their betters... (like James McDonald!) are reasons enough to discredit them—provide for their professional demise... dismiss their legacy, and reject their "Promethean Press" history, such as it is! Yea and Verily!

Wendy Connors provides, in my opinion, ample historical evidence for the validity of all the preceding contentions in her compelling compilation, "James E. McDonald & The Extraterrestrial Hypothesis." The listener should not be disappointed...

The disk of this piece is not available online, but hours of Dr. McDonald can be heard here, items 21 through 27...

https://archive.org/details/ProfilesInUfologyMajorDonaldE.KeyhoeDr.JamesE.McDonaldFrankEdwardsGuide 

Read on!

Men Of Straw With Feet Of Clay...

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...A moment to celebrate   Jesse Marcel  . 

A HERO by measure (!) despite what Todd tells*! 

A patriot born at the start of last century, 

he burns with significance—and is proudly exemplary!

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   There at the start in our "matters of consequence"...

—the "lost message traffics" and "tales of incidence"—

he followed the orders that made him a "tool"!  

He'd endure his betrayal!  ...Todd calls him a fool!

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   Nailed to crosses of "National Security" 

and plagued by an excess of "brass insecurity," 

he came to his end with these words on his lips—

"I'm knowing the difference 

'twixt [trash] and spaceships!"

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   Jesse was special and held a position 

of critical importance he'd earned with precision! 

Efficient, and smart (...of unquestionable honor!), 

this was a FINE man Todd's trashed and dishonored!

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   Concerning TOP officers—who made real decisions—

who put Jesse in for his well-watched positions, 

 these were no bureaucrats obsessed with their image; 

these were hard warriors who'd just won their scrimmage 

with Nippon and Hitler—stood tall at the finish! 

See? They're having no problems with Jesse! No blemish!

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   Survived by a son who he raised up just fine... 

(the son a flight surgeon, but pay that no mind), 

suffice it to say that this son bore with tact... 

what Jesse Marcel said he did—was a FACT !

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   The spaceship was real; it was held in his hands! 

"No trick of 'foiled paper' and 'balsa'...," says Stan**! 

No cellophane tape with "carnival symbols" 

explained his excitement; I'm sure he'd still tremble!

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No "trick of the light," or "slight of dad's hand" 

would make him face ridicule the like of which planned... 

by Todd, his associates—other short-sighted laggards 

who shrink from "conundrum" or "matters" that mattered!

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   Something occurred on that cold storming night! 

Hot flashes of lightning lit up that new sight... 

...a craft "from the stars"... 

which had made its "crash landing"...

... and left a scarred Earth

—a scar huge and commanding—

a "trail of pieces" that point to tomorrow! 

Well, tomorrow is here, folks! 

Give it up! Do you follow?

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   Jesse was honored by all his superiors; 

NOTHING about him was noted inferior! 

See, he was involved with those bombs using "fission"?! 

The "first of their kind" was the point of his mission! 

You think they weren't sure of his words and his deeds? 

You think him not CHECKED to a parse and a squeeze?

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   He was—their intrepid—head of intelligence! 

He was the boss! Where comes Todd's intransigence?!

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   Sooner or later the truth will come out, 

that Jesse had honor... and that Todd was without. 

Hooked like a fish on a spurious line, 

Todd used his straw men (of a scurrilous kind!) 

to smear and discredit a man who had mattered—

exceeding detractors too shallow to matter!

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   What of Todd, then? Does he print a retraction? 

Did his sloughed mortal coil aid predicted inaction? 

Did he ever make good with our brave Jesse's kin, 

or did he just search for new "targets" to skin?

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   I would admit to a "wrong" or an "error"... 

because I am sincere and insist the truth matters! I'd even consider Todd's "white-bread convenience"

...if he was forthcoming or tolerant—lenient.  

...But! He was not—this despicable dog!  

He was uptight, presumptuous, a tedious frog... 

A frog with a croak ill-considered, all slanders, 

bad-tempered, presuming, and sans any manners!

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  ...But Jesse's the "liar" for *dust* in bad records? 

This belies good researching; it's a narrow perspective! 

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No! Jesse's SELECTED for SERIOUS toil; 

his records were accessed and strained...

hell, they're hard broiled! 

He was the subject of  massive research! 

They chopped and they sliced his whole life apart, Burt!

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   So! If Jesse is then all "Bob Todd" would proclaim

—for his "atom bomb" job? 

This must CLEAR Jesse's name!

lehmberg2002@gmail.com 
http://www.alienview.net/ 

*..."Tells" and not "told"? Even deceased?  Regretfully, yes! See, and paraphrasing the Bard, the late Bob Todd's canted explication is the "evil living on and on" even as "any good he'd done is interred with his bones."  I trust that I've not done the same thing; I make my case. Found incorrect, I accept it with profuse apologies.  It's a step up, still!

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It emains that Robert Todd's "men of straw," on Jesse Marcel, one can see, additionally had "feet of clay." His presumptive, canted, and hugely flawed exhumation of the character of Jesse Marcel is badly premised, is based on records errantly presumed to be without error—where they very much are traditionally errant—and so is only a masturbatory celebration of his own cant, bias, prejudice, naivete, and less than constructive inflexibility—cowardice ultimately... that we are ill-served by, going forward!  

Why did he write what he wrote? Flatly, so he and his didn't have to clutch their pearls and accept their cowardice as regards the extraterrestrial... or a hard potential for the existentiality of same! 

Resolved: Todd's wholly callous and insentient attack on Jesse Marcel, then, is without validity, lacks profundity, and is finally just a sad—though cloying—irrelevance and toxic distraction to the honor of a good man—a fine man—who got embroiled with the highly strange and wholly inexplicable... and who, like many, then paid a terrible and unjustified price for it. 

...There have been others who have crashed on ufological shoals for the temerity of their trying to understand just what the hell was going on with and around them (John Ford!)... none of them asked for their experience. In too many cases, like with our unjustifiably maligned Marcel, it is thrust upon them.

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 See the attendant and qualifying prose article first published in UFO Magazine: Gray Is The Word

**Stanton T. Friedman

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