The Flying Saucers Are Very Very Real

WHEN ANTI-KANTIAN ALIENS ATTACK How did it happen? How did the few of us who found out about the visitors from outer space and their sinister plans manage to do so? And why were the signs of danger that we few had first encountered in the 1950s, and that we so earnestly reported, so blithely ignored? The pages that follow tell the shocking story in full bone-chilling detail. Read it if you dare. It is easy to see why both the sundry space aliens and sundry Quisling or Vichy humans have been loathe to let the people of Earth read my account and assess its veracity for themselves; and then, if persuaded, to determine whether and how to mount a planet-wide resistance. The pages that follow offer objective and irrefutable firsthand documentation of UFO and flying-saucer phenomena, and of the alien beings responsible for these phenomena. I tell the real true actual factual story of what really, truly, actually, in fact happened and is still happening this very minute right under your nose if you could but attend to the glaring manifestations of these secret happenings. The paradox and the tragedy of the delayed publication of this volume is that the very first space alien I ever met was eager to let me propagate the truth about the threat Earth faced, even wanted to help. Was even rather pushy about it. His successors, though, were not so accommodating as they went about their tasks. What tasks? Reconnaissance, infiltration, and the foisting of freedom-crushing public policies as prelude to total conquest—to be followed by our annihilation if and when the aliens from outer space should decide that further subjection of us is just not worth the trouble. Skeptical? Me too, once upon a time. Heh. Was I ever. But read on. You are about to learn all there is to know about the strange extraterrestrial visitations of our planet; the governmental cover-up; the abduction by these extraterrestrials of various human beings, from which cast of victims I do not exclude myself; and, not least, something of the tenor and sinew of the aliens’ disturbing and not altogether mistaken indictment of Earth’s culture and philosophies. Back in the 1950s, when in a furioso panic I scribbled the earliest version of the manuscript you are about to read—offered at long last in this first quarter of the 21st century with only a few minor corrections of spelling, syntax, simile, sequence, syllogism and fact—I believed that we Earthlings still enjoyed a slim if dwindling chance to save ourselves. Today, decades later, I must, alas, conclude otherwise. The aliens are here. They have taken over and transmuted every lever, knob and dial of civilization. You are already acquainted with these entities. You have voted for them. Done business with them. Befriended them. Married them. Yes, that’s right. During your trance-like amble through life you have most likely cooperated in your own enslavement, perhaps your own demise, not to mention that of everyone else as well. Thank you. So. Much. If you’re saying, Uh, guy, I haven’t been enslaved by any weird extraterrestrial aliens, it’s a “free” country, or planet, whatever, etc., so what are you even talking about—well, I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you that this only goes to show how effective the aliens’ mass ray-beam-based, parsec-powered brainwashing process has been. You don’t even know that you are a mere minion now of intergalactic or maybe just intra-galactic but certainly interstellar forces that, over the course of the last half-century and more, have ever more rapidly and thoroughly tourniqueted our autonomy and foreclosed o