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Panzerben's Combat Diary 26 for June/July 2005
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George
Mensche introduces Colin Bennett’s great new book, An
American Demonology. Introduction by Nick Pope, Foreword by
Jerome Clark.
Published August 29th, 2005. Available in all British and American bookshops, Amazon, and Arcturus Books. Place your orders now!
Bennett writes:
“Project Blue Book was the official US Air Force investigation into the UFO phenomenon. Captain Edward Ruppelt was in charge of Blue Book in the early 1950s, and after he had left the Air Force, he wrote The Report into Unidentified Flying Objects. Good books by insiders involved in the early development of the Industrial Military Complex are most rare. Ruppelt’s book is a unique and personal glimpse inside the management systems, politics, and burgeoning technology of what was to become an American national institution as well as a military organization.
Report into Unidentified Flying Objects is a personal testimony, to be put
on the shelf alongside Che Guevara’s Reminiscences of the Cuban
Revolutionary War and T.E. Lawrence’s Seven Pillars of Wisdom. We see power struggles, personality clashes, military intrigue, Intelligence paranoia, cover-ups and conspiracies. Ruppelt’s story is one of struggles within the Air Force and indeed struggles within himself regarding loyalties, policy, and the need for keeping secrets. As a humble USAF Reserve captain with few resources and staff, he was handed no less the task of analyzing what in all likelihood was an alien invasion!
I specialize in portraiture, as exemplified by my book on George Adamski, Looking for Orthon, and my prize-winning biography of Charles Fort, Politics of the Imagination. Literary portraiture tells us a lot more than mere mechanical research and the sand-grain piling up of case history upon case history.
The truth about a human being lies in the interplay of image, symbol, and metaphor between culture and personality, time and history, and I hope I have explored this unique drama in An American Demonology.”
Listen to Colin Bennett talking about his work with George Noory on Coast to Coast AM on Wednesday 17th August 2005.
www.coasttocoastam.com
Contents of Combat Diary 26 for June 2005
Chapter 1: 13 Things that do not Make Sense Michael Brooks
Chapter 2: National Geographic Crop Circle Rip Off Nancy Talbot
Chapter 3: Freemasonry as a Political Force Anon
Chapter 4: Stanford Institute Mind Control Research Lloyd Miller
Chapter 5: The Lee Harvey Oswald Story Part 2 A.J. Weberman
Chapter 6: 9/11: The Smell of Death Surrounds You Douglas Herman
Chapter 7: TV Evolves as 21st Century Control Manuel Valenzuela
Chapter 8: America Nuking its Own Troops? Amy Worthington
Chapter 9: Keeping Hunter Thompson’s Death Alive Jerry Mazza
Chapter 10: MKULTRA, Mind Control and Child Abuse Glen Yeadon
Chapter 11: Of Popes and Plots Owen/Anscomb
Chapter 12: The Voynich Manuscript Crystal Links
Editorial
Editor Panzerben briefs his assault squad prior to yet another raid on the Sceptical HQ in Brentford Leisure Centre, the lair of the Magonian Pelicans.
Manuel Valenzuela’s beautifully written article. The Land of Murka is about conspiracies. Certainly the world is built on connected plots of some kind or other, if only because human beings, from businessmen to lighthouse keepers, like talking to others of their kind about the quite legitimate furtherance of their particular world of interests.
The mistake to make with analysis of conspiracy theories is to assume that there is only one kind of conspiracy, whereas such things fall into two broad categories.
The first kind of conspiracy has an explicit nature. This is the world of Agatha Christie or indeed the world of the character of Sherlock Holmes, where calculable pushes and pulls form a fully externalized causal universe. This world-model lies supine and passive whilst it is “objectively” examined, and it allows most plausible theories to be put forward as to how and why it “works” in the manner of Victorian engineering, with its idea of some possible completeness of knowledge expressed by the blushing “universe as a big Rubic Cube” idea of “The Theory of Everything.”
The world of Victorian Station Master Objective Science is analogous to the Maoist Great March Forward to Enlightenment and Progress. Human beings might still believe in that, but they had better not ask for an opinion from the screaming laboratory animals, or the poisoned and irradiated land, sea, and air.
The second kind of conspiracy is implicit. We are only just beginning to look at complex media systems as forms of deep Control quite beyond so-called finite "real" politik. Cathy O'Brien's book Trance Formation of America was a pretty early discussion of the now more familiar theme of shobiz/politics/occult/sex abuse now being discussed. Symbol-systems of course are now, to an increasing number of minds, nothing more or less than disembodied but “intelligent” forms of information seen as a form of “intelligent” life.
This not entirely an unfamiliar idea to us. Whenever two characters talk alone in any Shakespeare play, there is always a third character present - the system. Now there's "fear in a handful of dust" as T.S Eliot said in The Wasteland. And not a single piece of electronic equipment involved. The holistic dimensions of personality are always engaged in multiple dialogues with this system, dialogues which the central "eye" of the Self knows little of. Desdemona in Othello, for example loses her handkerchief at the only time the loss of such an insignificant thing would matter, and Hamlet says "how each occasion doth inform itself against me..."
This form of organization is implicit in the situation within Hamlet’s castle of Elsinore itself - its blood, bones and stones. Agatha Christie, with her finite "solutions" never understood that, but then neither did the Sherlock Holmes.
By contrast, Thomas Hardy understood it completely. The life of Eustacia Vye in The Return of the Native is completely identical with the life of Egdon Heath. Our Egdon Heath is the "landscape" of the entertainment-mythological/military-industrial-complex. In the sense of both Hardy and Shakespeare, no personality is finite, enclosed; it extends to many regions simultaneously. We hence lead many multiple lives at the same time in the sense that Goneril and Regan can summon up daemonic elemental strengths because they “belong” to animal, vegetable and mineral regions.
The trouble is that in gaining secular scientific humanism we have "lost" such a relationship between Mind and Landscape, Time and Personality.
Concerning “Missing Planes Missing People” below, this is more a reference piece than a good read. It appears that when the world explodes it is never quite completely reconstituted. Like the coming together again of a shattered life, there are bits and pieces missing. A reconstituted completeness back-filmed in “real” time is not Nature’s strong point. This would be a pointless boring exercise like trying to reconstitute the exact original position of each particular sand grain in a refilled bucket. Measurements and rulers change with atmosphere, focus and feeling. We are never the same person twice and the physical world never replicates itself entirely instant by instant. It is impossible therefore put any part of the past together in any way in which the concept of completeness means anything at all except in terms of image, symbol, and metaphor. Truly, the same photograph twice is and impossibility. Everything is in a state of instantaneous change, and in the limit all maps become approximations to the Pere Reis map of 1513, full of evolving distortions of time and era, culture and personality.
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Well we’re well over our first million hits now, and it happens also that this is the anniversary of the Great Assault when we were received incoming bread rolls thrown at us by the finest collection of provincial pre-electric English mediocrities that ever trod the native sward of the old curiosity shoppe. Their walking frames squeaking, some half-dozen dotty leafkins launched themselves upon us, risking heart-attacks, Alzheimer’s coma, and foaming fits caused by sceptical dementia. Some said that it was like being savaged by dead sheep straight out of the Night of the English Liberal Dead.
The Fortean Times and Magonia magazine (which have sceptical editors and policies in common) represent the rump of quaint English Protestant conservatism, and we were amused to read recently that the Fortean Times is Cliff Richard’s favourite magazine. We hope he keeps his copies in his knicker drawer, where all good sensible squeaky-clean English things are kept.
Finally, here is a statement from the BBC which is true of the Fortean Times, which after all is the BBC of the Weird World, and all that that means in terms of fanatically bland corporate conformity on the one hand and deep conspiracies on the other. The BBC policy document said that “paranormal” tricks purporting to be “real” are not to be shown. Now there’s FT’s policy in a nutshell!
Regarding “The Fortean Times UFO Investigation Team,” and “Strutting Tuffty’s Diary,” we have thought about leaving them to history, but every time we leave them out, there are howls of rage from our supporters all over the world. Also we now have a national media interest in these two creations of ours, so we will see what happens.
We are now one of the world’s biggest and best counter-culture sites, and we are growing rapidly. Here, from UK Servers is a list of countries who registered over 7000 hits with us throughout 24 hours of 3rd June, 2005. We are into cyber- hyper-space here, and all the rules are gone with the wind. This is the New World of Web culture, which is bigger than the Industrial Revolution.
Viva the Web, and may great Zeus bless our troops!
Ad eundum quo nemo ante iit
.uk (United Kingdom)
.au (Australia)
.ca (Canada)
.edu (USA Educational)
.it (Italy)
.org (Non-Profit Making Organisations)
.mil (USA Military)
.fr (France)
.de (Germany)
.gov (USA Government)
.nl (Netherlands)
.br (Brazil)
.fi (Finland)
.us (United States)
.jp (Japan)
.mx (Mexico)
.nz (New Zealand)
.hu (Hungary)
.ch (Switzerland)
.ar (Argentina)
.dk (Denmark)
.be (Belgium)
.ee (Estonia)
.ro (Romania)
.arpa (Old style Arpanet)
.cr (Costa Rica)
.ws (Samoa)
.sg (Singapore)
.pl (Poland)
.se (Sweden)
.no (Norway)
.ve (Venezuela)
.gr (Greece)
.cz (Czech Republic)
.yu (Yugoslavia)
.sa (Saudi Arabia)
.il (Israel)
.is (Iceland)
.at (Austria)
.ma (Morocco)
.ie (Ireland)
.ru (Russia)
.ad (Andorra)
.vn (Vietnam)
.lu (Luxembourg)
.th (Thailand)
.za (South Africa)
.pe (Peru)
.gy (Guyana)
.tr (Turkey)
.tw (Taiwan)
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Watch this space!
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“Couldn’t lead a Patsy to a President” (Cyril Fish)
“Couldn’t lead a paedophile to a priest” (Harold Mong)
Meantime, between your belief crises, don’t forget the Bad Man’s 3-part article “The Alien is under Construction” in Area 51 section of Phenomena Magazine http://www.phenomenamagazine.com/#. This is the Buffoon (“‘ain’t got no respect for nuffink”) on his best behaviour - no swearing, no debunking of sceptical
rationalisations, no gorgeous naked women, and no slagging off the Fortean Times. Disappointed? You will not be – check it our now! “The Alien is under Construction” will join three more archived articles by Bennett the Bad Buffoon in Area 51 section of Phenomena. They are:
Chemtrails: A New Mystery of the Skies
Cargo
Cults and Beyond
A
New Ufology
WARNING: those of sceptical or nervous condition are advised to exercise caution before approaching Phenomena magazine.
Radio Sarfatti press here
Breaking the Enigma Code press here
The Globalisation of Anti–Semitism: the Looney Left
Strikes Again press here
Believer’s Wives
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Here’s Shirley from Croyden. No dull English sceptical rationalisations for this babe. She’s a great fan of eschatologist Dan “Trieste” Smith, Lobsang Rampa and Zachiara Sitchin, all of whom believe, like Charles Fort, in a million impossible things before breakfast, tea, and supper. Photographed by Panzerben in the Combat Diaries office kitchen.
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New “rational investigation report” out next month from Prod, Tonto, and the Village Postmistress, the jam-jar-and-butterfly-net commissars of the Fortean Times.
Guaranteed vintage Communist Polytech circa 1970s, complete with evidence measurements, statistics and such Cartesian Consumerism as would raise the very mightiest and most profound of rationalist orgasms, heavy industrial expectations and sceptical panics. Here’s a free sample:
Our intrepid band of Unbelievers From the Fortean Times UFO Investigation Team gather once more for a Pelican Sceptical Conference in Brentford Leisure Centre for more hard non-nonsense adventures into investigating the real.
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PROD: You see them ufoars is roobish. You see they see so many of them daft American films that they start seeing the creature the Black Lagoon in front of their eyes. TONTO: Is that right? PROD: And they think they’re real. VPM: We need more evidence. TONT: (to VPM) Do you ever say anything else? Ever? I mean like ever? PROD: They think they’re true. But they’re imaging things. VPM: Are you sure? PROD: You see forks have fantasies. All it needs to get rid of ‘em is a good old-style Arthur Scargill type inspection. There’s note like that there to separate the facts from the fantasies. VPM: I don’t know. TONTO: You never do. (OMINOUS SILENCE ALL ROUND) TONTO: Anybody going to the cheese-rolling this year? PROD: Are you trying to be funny? TONTO: There’s a clog dance. PROD: What you need brother is a good old East German industrial interrogation. After that, you’d go pop like a balloon. Like all them ufoars. VPM: Are you certain? PROD: You see the trouble is some forks will believe anything. TONTO: (winks at VPM) They even believe you on occasion. PROD: Now don’t you try and get smart with me, you North Midlands hillbilly. TONTO: That Bennett says it’s all virtual. VPM: Well there’s a wonder. PROD: I dornt like wunders. They’re all imagination. VPM: I’d never have guessed. That Bennett says- PROD: That Bennett’s daft as a fooking broosh. He knows note. All piss and post-modern. I’d rather have a bucket of bran mash and listen to Brighouse & Rastrick. Anything real you can kick. Anything else is note but soothen do-la-la. Anything beyond Macclesfield has palm trees painted on it. VPM: Are you sure? PROD: I’m sure of one thing. The real squeals when you kick it. TONTO: That’s a good one. The real squeals. You could sell that. VPM: What about feelings? PROD: You bin gorgin’ them Wigan slag-macaroons again, Beryl?
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New Episode Next Month (promise!) of the adventures of the Strutting Tuffty, the retired, would-be, executive, or pseudo, absent, or non-existent Editor of the Fortean Times.
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Fans will remember that after his adventure with the phony Whirling Dervishes in the Commonwealth Institute, Strutting Tuffty decided to make his way to the correct venue for the Fortean Times Unconvention which was a rather obscure priesthole in the Euston Road. On his way he decided to have a cup of coffee in Kensington High Street, and here are some of his Fortean reminiscences which came forth prior to him resuming his journey across town.
“Harris came into the room to announce that the carrier had called and left some goods from the auctioneers. We hurried out to find piled up in the stable yard a great heap of strange objects. What could it all mean? Then suddenly the riddle was solved, for tied to one strange object was the sale ticket with No. 143 printed clearly on it. I had made an idiotic mistake, for I remembered then that I had told the auctioneer's clerk to bid for No. 143 instead of No. 134.
This pile of delightful junk would have pleased old Charlie Fort no end, for that is what he was, being the most delightful collector and philosopher of unique and largely comic junk. I look upon him as the last great Victorian collector of bric-a-brac, objet d’art, antiquities, and old curiosities.
And this is what we .got for our five pounds. Obviously, a person or persons of some class.
A folding trench periscope, A rather lovely blood-letting bowl in smoked oak full of atrophied leeches, a rather fine personal whipping frame in carved and polished beech with a coat of arms upon it, a half-completed hand-written letter (dated 1896) to the Bishop of Bath and Wells accusing him of being in homosexual league with the Devil, which I can well believe of that particular incumbent. There was also a "View of the Old Leisure Centre, Brentford," signed “John Cunstable” (sic), a fine copper egg-boiler stamped 1914, fifteen stout brass stair-rods, one large circumcised penis carved in bone, traced with all the battleships of the Spithead Review, 1912. In addition, I had inadvertently acquired one 78rpm gramophone record of a certain G.H. Eliot (NOT the poet!) who for his sins, called himself (if you remember) before the Great War “the chocolate coloured coon.” In addition, there was a night commode arm-chair with stuffed seat upholstered in cretonne, a list of Marconi Wireless stations bookmarked with a fried egg, a small jar labeled “navel fluff of his true beloved,” and a well-thumbed oilskin packet of old corset illustrations.
And I thought I’d bid for a set of the pre-war Radio Times, a copy of the Horse and Hound for 1922, and a hat-stand full of Victorian umbrellas!
Charlie Fort would have loved it all.
With these memories in my head I decided to finish my coffee and decided on another try for the priesthole in the Euston Road where all my beloved Fortean frog-watchers were assembling.”
Milteer’s Rooms Part 2 press here
A short story by Colin Bennett
Arcturus Books Catalogue press here
Retreat, Counselling and Confessions
NEXT ISSUE (Combat Diary 27) Alicia Tomkins and Margot Fontez report on the rescue of Norry Paramour (below), who escaped over the wire surrounding Brentford Leisure Centre on the Night of the 14th April, 2005. Escaping the dread Sceptical Belief Lobotomy dished out by the Magonian Pelicans, he was taken by the Combat Diaries Guerrilla Rescue Team and given a Quorn Food Detox, relaxation therapy, and hot cocoa. Within hours his need to disbelieve had been cured he was reading Zecharia Sitchin with great zest, drinking diet Umbongo, and doing the Watusi on the communal dining table.
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Full report next month!
Coming Next Issue:
-Invasion of the Doll People -Reviews and excerpts from Colin Bennett’s new book, An American Demonology -V1 and V2 Weapons -Development of the Atom Bomb -“facts” versus “fantasies”: The Great Stanton Friedman Debate
Meantime
Keep smiling!
NEWS JUST IN!
Colin Bennett has been invited to speak at the Giant
Rock Retro UFO Convention on September 3rd 2005. Giant
Rock in the Mojave Desert is a large freestanding
boulder in the Mojave Desert near Landers, California.
In the 1950s, it was a popular gathering point for UFO
believers. Van Tassell's Integratron is a dome shaped
building nearby. It was designed by 1950's contactee
George Van Tassel to channel energy in some
life-rejuvenating manner.
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