We See The Story We Want To Believe
Filed under: RUMINT
I don’t believe in aliens or flying saucers. There is only one way this will ever change.
Show me the flying saucers.
Show them to me in the middle of Washington, DC.
Have them land on the Nationals baseball diamond like in The Day The Earth Stood Still, in front of a crowd.
Then I will maybe — maybe — believe they exist. Until that happens, shut up about them. Literally stop talking. They don’t exist. Hush.
Blurry photographs or pilot testimony or secondhand whistleblowers who claim that aliens, and alien spacecraft, are visiting our planet with some frequency, are not evidence that flying saucers exist.
Unusual does not equal interstellar.
All motion being relative, a jet pilot’s recording of a fuzzy blob that seems to defy the laws of physics on camera does not prove the laws of physics can be broken, much less that aliens from a distant solar system are breaking the laws of physics in our skies.
Radar telemetry is garbage-in, garbage-out. A whole industry of radar engineers labors to fool enemy sensors. Testing stealth designs and electronic warfare equipment have been key missions for the famous Area 51 since the 1950s.
Show me the saucers or STFU. I will never be convinced that unexplained aerial phenomena (UAPs) are from somewhere else other than earth until I see the flying saucers land in front of me. Even then, I will remain unconvinced that they are alien flying saucers, or that spacefaring aliens exist, until living aliens step out of the saucers and introduce themselves properly.
Dead aliens are not enough evidence to convince me that aliens exist. Alien autopsy footage was a hilarious joke in 1995. Today it is yawn-inducing. Introduce me to a living alien or else shut up about aliens.
They don’t exist. None of it is real. Stop.