UFO’s uh, what are they good for, absolutely nothin’ y’all, uh, what are they good for…?” NASA has installed a new administrator Bill Nelson and he said their probe into unidentified aerial phenomena is just beginning. His team will be looking into footage of high-speed flying objects spotted by the Navy over the years. Nelson added that he does not think there’s evidence to assume that extraterrestrials are involved. The other theory is these “vehicles” might be from a foreign government. I would pursue the foreign government trail if there is one because this UFO it’s probably aliens business has been going on for decades and we’re no closer to coming up with anything that makes sense in that direction than we were with the first “sighting.” Ok for shits and giggles let’s go with the ET possibility. Even if we somehow figure out these crafts are from outer space what are we going to do about it? “OMG that’s from the planet fuckusover and we’d better get ready for an invasion.” Huh? Really, where are we going with this? So the UFO becomes an IFO what can we possibly do with that information? If we could just get a look at their license plate number and figure out where they came from we’d know their likes and dislikes and we could offer some kind of gift basket and blah, blah, blah. When poking around always ask the question “and then what?” Once the bullet is out of the gun that’s it there’s no turning back. Once we head into Afghanistan then what? Should’ve asked that 20 years ago. Do you really think it would be a good thing if there are aliens out there? Have you seen the movie War of the Worlds, these motherf’ing aliens are just waiting to vaporize our asses. If in fact they exist which I don’t believe they do just be glad they’re doing drive-bys. Don’t be looking for trouble. If they do land, RUN, and don’t just stand there and stare at the tripod like Tom Cruise does in the movie. Oh and make sure you always wear clean underwear because when the tripods vaporize you your clothes are left intact and you don’t want soiled underwear in the middle of the street.

Gunga, galunga
Garry