Roswell: A Dead Horse!

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I, and a few other UFO buffs, are on a mission to make UFO followers obsessed with Roswell understand that they have become quasi-psychotic with their compulsion to address Roswell minutiae over and over again and again.

I’m not writing about my pals Kevin Randle and Nick Redfern. They have invested lots of time and research on the incident and continue to refine their earlier findings.

I’m addressing the clods who slip on to Kevin’s blog or Mysterious Universe to indulge in claptrap about the only UFO saga they know a few things about.

These morons keep the Roswell mess alive, abetted, I admit by my pals, but in a way that is not conducive to moving forward with speculation about the irritating phenomenon.

The sheer madness of the Roswell obsession is obvious to anyone with a sense of intellectual decency.

The few of us incensed by the Roswell goofiness are akin to the little Dutch boy hoping to keep Holland free of flooding by putting his finger into a small crack in the country’s protective dike. Our efforts are for nil.

Especially since a few persons who should now better keep rewarding the Roswellian nitwits by responding to their utter nonsense, rewarding them in a way that causes them, like Pavlov’s dogs, to salivate and keep their inane comments coming.

(A review of B.F. Skinner’s theory of operant conditioning is a must for those helping fuel the Roswell foolishness.)

I, and a few others, will start to name the Roswell idiots, hoping to shame them into quiescence. (I have a Facebook page that already does that.)

RR