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 "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?! 

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 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 had shot down several UFOs earlier and they did not know where these had gone down 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 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 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."

Get it from the above link folks, avoid Amazon so Feschino can realize more of what is his...

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!

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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!

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Loitering streets? 

...Some far worse than him! 

Released, and at large?  

These are MONSTERS, my friend!

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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!

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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.

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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?

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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!

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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.

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Step on his toes 

in a search for some equity, 

and suffer the slings 

and his arrow's inequity.

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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!

• lehmberg2002@gmail.com
  www.AlienView.net

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.

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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!

. 

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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The "Flatwoods Monster" Was Actually A Space Craft!

The "Monster"!

The "Flatwoods Monster"... 

Was Actually A Space Craft? 

by Alfred Lehmberg

There were other indications that the so-called "Monster" was actually a metallic figure—a construct! Firstly, it resembled a small spaceship while likely functioning as a protective space or environmental suit. 

It is apparent from Frank Feschino's research that the "Flatwoods Monster" figure was a 10 to 12-foot-tall structure—some type of maneuverable personal shuttle that could hover around in relative silence! Verily! There were no reports from the witnesses of whooshing air blowers keeping all this weight aloft as it hovered. 

It was NOT a figure wearing a cloth garment cloaked with a hood as portrayed in the incorrect original 1952 drawing, below. That has been made clear. Let us now take a closer look. 

After interviewing the witnesses in 1952, the original investigator and top-kick paranormal researcher Ivan T. Sanderson stated that the "Flatwoods Monster," "was a sort of aluminum-gray in color but reflecting the color of the bushes and such." This green reflection of the surrounding environment gave the figure a green appearance, hence the old and not often used nickname, "Green Monster." 

At the time, in 1952, Sanderson compared the "Flatwoods Monster" as being similar to the protective outer gear of a "deep sea diving suit." A protective suit would protect the occupant wearing it, be it a diver or space occupant, from outside environment forces, he reasoned. Additionally, both the deep-sea diving suit and the "Flatwoods Monster" have the same similarities. There was a helmet and a clear glass window in the facial area for the occupant to see through, he'd pointed out.

On the night of September 12, 1952, as the group made their way up the path of the Fisher Farm and just before they encountered the "monster," the path became hazy and smelled like burning sulfur. 

At the site... walking up the hill to the monster!
Here is where it began to get foggy and they smelled sulfur!

On September 14, 1952, The Charleston Gazette reported a statement made by one of the boys, "As we were going up the hill, we saw lights flashing on and off and got [a whiff of] a horrible odor. It smelled like sulfur and really made you sort of sick." Mrs. May told Frank Feschino, Jr. the following in an interview, "Before we got up there, we could smell a kind of metallic odor and it was getting foggy." She continues, "...And that metallic odor, oh, I can smell it yet today..." 

In an interview, Freddie May told Frank, "It was very hazy in the area along the path. It was also misty along the tree area." He also recalled the odor and told Frank, "The smell was similar to the old TV tubes burning out in the old TV sets years ago. A tube would burn out and have that... what we'd call that metallic smell." For the record, many people noted that this rancid smell was noted on the farm for a couple of days after the incident occurred.

Upon reaching the tree area where the monster was positioned, Mrs. May told Frank, "...When we got up there, it was making a hissing noise and it sounded like it was frying bacon and flipping a silver dollar or something against a piece of canvas—stretched canvas." About two weeks after the incident, Mr. William Smith and his wife Donna of the "Civilian Saucer Investigation" research group of Los Angeles, California went to Flatwoods and interviewed the witnesses. 

They would report an odor and the sounds noted by Mrs. May, "Although some irritating odor had been noticed before, now a violent thumping began on the inside of the monster and a dense cloud of mist escaped with a hissing." On September 15, 1952, The Wheeling Intelligencer reported the following statement made by Mrs. May, "She said the monster exuded an overpowering odor 'like metal', that so sickened them they vomited for hours... it couldn't have been human."

Now, the reader may ask what that misty odor along the path that sickened the witnesses, was. How can we know? But... the so-called "monster" was undoubtedly a machine capable of hovering. Here, the figure in question was sitting on the ground near the tree as the witnesses walked up the path and approached the area. During this time, it was actually emitting a sickening misty gaseous odor from the lower portion of its flared-out body that was described as a sulfur odor and a metallic odor. The frying bacon and metal odor could be attributed to the outer shell of the figure being overheated and burning up? 

As for the sulfur odor... What the original 1952 artist misinterpreted as being a dress similar to hanging like pleated drapes or a skirt were actually pipes surrounding the lower portion of the body. Furthermore, these pipes acted as exhausts which were part of a somehow largely silent propulsion system. This lifted and propelled the body and enabled it to hover and maneuver around!

 

In other words, when the craft was sitting by the tree it was similar in comparison to a parked car with its engine running spewing some kind of noxious, perhaps defensive, exhaust. On-site, Freddie May told Frank the following about his mother, "She aimed the flashlight on it, and it was standing in the neighborhood right here under this big tree."

When the encounter occurred, the "monster" lifted up from the ground, emitted a blast of mist in exhaust, then hovered across the dirt path and in front of the witnesses! In other words, it had engaged into a drive gear, which enabled it to move and hover about. 

Freddie May explained these pipes to Feschino, "What really stood out to me was the pipes on the bottom of the monster. They were metallic and silver in color and very bright. What mother described as the pleats of hanging drapes were actually tubes running vertically." He said they were as thick as a "fireman's hose" and "...they were metal, they were actually metal pipes." Freddie stated, "I think those tubes were some sort of a propulsion system. It was hovering about one foot off the ground." This former helicopter pilot wonders where the debris and detritus blown about by this heavy hovering contraption were! More high strangeness!

Consider! Where were the reports from the witnesses of the "roaring jet sounds" that the "monster" had made while hovering? This thing was made of metal, is the supposition, and must have weighed a ton! One would think that keeping something so weighty at a hover would be noisy and blow stuff about. This person flew Army helicopters for two decades, plus, and knows! How does this thing hover so silently and un-messily?

An important piece of information obtained by Sanderson during his interviews with the witnesses seems to indicate that this metallic figure was overheated and may have been damaged. Remember Feschino's conjecture that this apparition's craft may have been shot out of the sky on the known orders of the president! Sanderson reported that one of the boys said, "The monster was obviously black really, but it was hot. Red hot like a poker." 

Mrs. May told Frank what happened to trigger the encounter off. When Mrs. May saw a pair of lights high up near the tree she thought they were the eyes of an animal perched on a 12-foot-high branch! "I turned the flashlight on, and the thing [monster] lit up from the inside." She emphasized, "I turned on my flashlight and it lit up like a Christmas tree." Frank then asked Mrs. May, "So, it reacted to you?" She replied unequivocally, "Yes."

As the figure lifted up and hovered, it had also leaked an oil-like substance on the ground near the tree, spewing it on the nearby bushes, across the landscape, and even splattered on the nearest witnesses, including Mrs. May and a couple of the boys! 

Mrs. May told Frank, "I was close enough that it squirted oil out all over my uniform." Frank asked, "Did you get it all over yourself when the "monster" sprayed it on you?" Mrs. May answered, "No. It just hit the front of my uniform." She'd had that old garment for years, she would tell Feschino, but it was finally discarded. 

1952's Kathleen May with original "WE THE PEOPLE" graphic...

Mrs. May told Frank why she "threw it away." She said about her oil-stained uniform, "I'd never have gotten that [oil] out of it anyway."

During an interview on the farm, Colonel Dale Leavitt, the commander of the military directed to the Fisher farm by the Government to keep order in the ensuing pandemonium caused by the affair, informed Frank that the USAF (!) had contacted him and ordered him to the farm to keep order and obtain any residual samples left behind, which he did. Think about that for a moment! A small battalion of soldiers scraped up much of that "oil," and other debris at the site, some "metallic" bits and what-not, and sent it off to the "Top Men" made famous by Indiana Jones, for study by these mythic authorities! What WAS that stuff? Somebody knows.

Leavitt also talked about the oil he found, "Where it sat, it had some oil coming out. Whatever it was." Frank then replied, "I guess spaceships have oil leaks too." Leavitt replied, "Maybe so." 

Additionally, besides the oil substance found on the farm, fragments of metal and pieces of a strange material were also found in the area as was mentioned... and intelligence officers visited Flatwoods who spoke to Mrs. May, and... Whoa! Whoa... we have to hold it there! 

This is not a short story... there is so much more! The greatest story never told, in its fashion. All of the details to this massively covered-up affair can be read in Feschino's book. It is the definitive explanation of the "Braxton County Monster" incident. 

UFOs are real. Here, in Feschino's work, there is found an early documented military history of them. Read on!