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Saturday, November 30, 2019

Mobius Universe


Möbius StripThe other day I read a great article someone posted on a UFO discussion group I belong to on Facebook.  For those who are new to the ISOT blog I will put out the clarifier that any "UFO discussion group" that I actively participate in is not going to talking about Bigfoots and El Chupacabra.  This is a science-based group of academics and philosophers rooted in reality, the same way I try to model this blog.

One of the admins of the group posted a blog article by Joe Murgia who goes by the pseudonym UFO Joe.  I do not  know Joe personally but after seeing the article I noticed that I follow him on Twitter so I have probably read his blog before.  Like me, he seems to also be concerned with getting at the truth of matters and avoiding conspiracy theories or degenerating into the Supernatural.

Joe posted an article, based on stories from George Knapp and others, which was mostly about an event that occurred at the Skinwalker Ranch.  This is a property owned by aerospace contractor Bob Bigelow, a man who has had a quite a bit of involvement in UFOlogy.  Supposedly a lot of weird stuff goes down at the Skinwalker Ranch.  It is said to be a hotbed of UFO activity and other inexplicable phenomena.  I do not buy in to all of that but then, I have not been there.  Maybe if Bob would be so kind as to fly me out there on his private jet I could write a favorable article about the place *ahem*.

The UFO Joe story involves a visit to the ranch by a US government official who was studying UFO reports.  While there, this official witnesses a UFO sighting, of sorts.  What he saw was not a spaceship, it was some type of projection of an object known to mathematicians as a Möbius Strip (also known as Möbius loop or Möbius band, any of which would be great names for a rock band).

At this point, I had to stop reading that article - not because I did not like it, I eventually did finish it - and immediately start doing some research.  Someone from the government saw something strange floating in the air - yeah great.  Back up, a sec.  What is this Möbius Strip of which you speak?  It is not every day that I hear about something I have never heard of before.  Once upon a time, I was great at math.  But I had no recollection of ever hearing of this Möbius Strip.  I had to find out more.

 What is a Möbius Strip?

I have been to the Las Vegas Strip many times.  I love Vegas.  I could sit at that Roulette wheel for hours.  This is a different kind of strip, though.  Think more a strip of paper.  A Möbius Strip is a one-sided three dimensional object.  It has no beginning and no end.  It has special properties not found in other three dimensional objects.  They are easy to create.  I made some with my son and then I wrote an article on How to make a Mobius Strip.

One special property of a Möbius Strip is you can traverse its entire length and end up back where you started, without crossing from one side to the other.  Here, watch this video:




We did a couple other experiments too to see another cool property of the Möbius Strip.  You can cut it in half and instead of making two Möbius Strips, each with a half twist, it makes one long Möbius Strip with a loop.  You see, the two half twists combine to make a full twist.  Watch this:





Mind blown.  Cutting it in half again, you would think,

Twist + Twist = Loop

Therefore,

Loop + Loop = Loopty Loop

But no, you would be wrong.  Cutting it in half the second time makes a mess of spaghetti where somehow the strip goes through both loops.  It is crazy.  Check this out:





But so what!  What does all this have to do with a blog about aliens and UFOs?  Pay attention, here's the thick of the plot.  All of this geometry got me thinking about aliens.  Also, eating, sitting, and breathing get me thinking about aliens.  What if the Universe was in the shape of a Möbius Strip?  Ha?  Follow me on this.

 The Möbiverse

When we look out into space we see stars really really far away.  Some of those stars have planets with intelligent life circling them.  But they are so far from us we could never get there.  Rocket technology could progress by orders of magnitude for another hundred years and we could still never carry enough food and fuel to get to another star system before the rocket's passengers all died from old age or cabin fever.

But what if, when we look way out into space, we are actually looking at something which has curved back in on itself à la the Möbius Strip?  Then, a planet which appears to be many light-years away could actually be on the back side of our visual plane, so to speak.  If that were the case, instead of travelling in a straight line to get there, we could just punch a hole in space and get there instantaneously.

Wormhole Trick
The Ole Wormhole Trick
Get's 'em every time
Picture the old wormhole trick, where you fold two sides of a piece of paper together and then punch a hole through them with a pencil.  Except in this case, instead of folding the paper, you just go straight through.

I call it the Punch Tunnel Theory.  I was going to call it the Marceau Tunnel Theory?  But there is already The Marceau Ship and The Marceau Contest, and I named the island in my pond Marceau Island, and we have a hill behind the house the kids and I call Marceau Hill so - I do not want people to start thinking I am some kind of an egomaniac.  😁

Here is a demonstration of this so-called Punch Tunnel Theory:





But wait, you say, I am a fan of the Multiverse theory and this new Punch Tunnel theory contradicts that.  Maybe not.  If you think we live in a series of universes or dimensions where you can travel from one to the other through some sort of barrier, maybe what you think of as a Multiverse is actually a Möbiverse.  In the Möbiverse, you can travel from place to place by punching a hole between barriers, just like in the Multiverse, but in the Möbiverse these places are not truly separated from each other - you could easily pass directly from one to the other by travelling in a straight line, if you had a rocket fast enough.  The straight line just happens to loop around itself endlessly, like as if you were to cut a Möbius Strip in half an infinite number of times.

Möbiverse
The Möbiverse
Maybe that makes it the Spaghettiverse?  In that case, you could also travel from one part of the Universe to another, not by punching through walls but by simply jumping off one strand of spaghetti, onto another.  You could still take the straight line route, but in this case, the shortest distance between two points would not actually be a straight line, it would be a hop.  The Hop Theory?  I love naming things.

What do you think?  I welcome all comments.







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How to make a Mobius Strip


Möbius Loop


 How to make a Möbius Strip

Making a Möbius Strip is a fun and easy project you can do, using everyday household items, in three easy steps.

  1. Cut a strip of paper the long way, one and a half inches wide
  2. Put a half twist in the paper
  3. Tape the ends of the paper together

OK, I know that was a little complicated so I will break it down for you.  Also, if your keyboard lacks the ö character, you can just make a Mobius Strip.  Same difference.

How to make a Möbius Strip
The first thing you will need is a paper cutter.  In this case, plain old scissors will not do.  You need a way to cut a perfectly straight line.  I used our school-room paper slicer.  If you do not have one of these, they can be easily obtained during an elementary school parent-teacher conference.  Simply have your spouse sit down on one of the tiny chairs at the two quadrant sliced conference tables in the back of the classroom, with the teacher in the center cored-out part of the table, while you pretend to look for your kid's art work on the wall.  Put your hands in your pockets and whistle while you do this, to look less conspicuous.

When the teacher pulls out the kid's writing folder and starts pointing to random words, thereby demonstrating that your kid knows how to write, slip the paper cutter under your shirt and quickly announce you have to use the restroom, really badly.  Walk quickly (do not run and do not look back - both are signs of guilt) and put the slicer in your car.  If anyone stops you on the way out and asks what you are doing, say, "Nothing?"

Or better yet, you can buy a paper slicer at an office supply store like we did.

Next, remove a standard 8.5 x 11 inch piece of paper from Tray 1 in your printer, like my kids keep doing.  They know where we keep the paper.  It is in the office supply closet, just outside the downstairs bathroom.  But that closet is a whole fourteen feet away from the printer.  Why spend the extra six seconds round trip when you can deplete the cache of paper in the printer prematurely and make me late for a meeting when I am trying to print something at the last minute and get out of the house but I need to stop and reload the printer?  Right?

How do you make a Möbius Strip?
Place the sheet of paper on the slicer and cut about a one and a half inch slice, the long way.  The exact width is not important, as long as the resulting strip is thin enough to get the twist in the next step, in there, but wide enough that you can later cut it in half a couple times, like in this Möbius Universe article.  If you use the metric system where you live, 1.5 inches is just smaller than the maximum depth of the edge of a Cricket bat.  Cheerio!

Do not discard the wider, remaining strip of paper.  You can use that for additional experiments.  One experiment I always like to try at home is to take a piece of scrap paper like that and write the new password to the WiFi on it.  Then I fold it up and put it inside the new roll of toilet paper sitting on the back of the toilet.  Then I wait to see which comes first, someone replaces the empty roll hanging from the wall with the new roll on the back of the toilet or someone asks me for the  WiFi password.  It is great passive-aggressive fun!
Random Office Supplies

Next, get yourself a clear tape dispenser.  I call it Scotch Tape.  It is a name brand, I know.  That makes it kind of like calling tissues Kleenex but that is what I call it.  Scotch Tape dispensers are commonly found in offices.  Do NOT steal one from work, you will get fired - unless you own the company, like I do.  Then, take whatever you want.  My tape dispenser is always empty because the kids always use it.  I bought them all their own - Costco sells them in multi-packs.  But what the kids do is when the dispensers run out of tape, they remove the empty roll and throw away the little spindle that holds the roll in the dispenser, rendering the dispenser inoperable unless you jury-rig it with a paper clip.  At least they are attempting to reload it (see toilet paper rant, above).  So then they have to use mine and I have to say things like, "Kids!  What leaves my desk?"  And they reply, "Nothing!"  And I say, "That's right!"  And then my tape dispenser disappears.

Half TwistDispenser in tow, take the smaller strip of paper you cut and make a loop out of it, like as if you were making daisy chains for your first grade class Christmas tree.  I am assuming the reader is and adult and that most schools no longer have Christmas trees in the classrooms.  My kids' school does not.  I guess at some point in the past few decades someone in Academia realized that not everyone celebrates the birth of Christ and we should not require kids to dress up a dead bush intended to represent him.  But when I was a kid, no one had yet figured that out.  So the boys cut strips of paper and chained them together to make our own garland and the girls sewed popcorn onto long strings of sewing thread.  My first grade teacher was very keen on making sure boys did boy jobs and the girls did girl jobs, whatever that meant.  🙄  Then we adorned the bush with our creations.

One Sided Three Dimensional ObjectImportant - do not tape the loop together without first making a half twist.  This is what makes an ordinary loop into a Möbius Loop.  It needs that half twist.  See the picture.  Be careful not to put a crease in the paper when making the half twist.  Then, put the two ends together and tape them in place.

Voilà!  You have a Möbius Strip.

Some people would also say, "Walla!  You got you a Möbius Strip, there, Buckshot."  Either expression is acceptable.





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Friday, November 22, 2019

Are the Metamaterials Real?

A couple months ago I had the good fortune to meet a key member of To The Stars Academy.  As one could imagine, I had many questions.  We stood in an office kitchen, munching on chicken wraps and potato chips briefly, in between meetings.  I eagerly asked him about the origins of the organization and his role in it.  But all he wanted to talk about were metamaterials.


 What are Metamaterials?

Metamaterials are artificial materials with properties that do not exist in nature.  For us laymen, these materials can be used to control and mold the flow of electromagnetic waves or possibly any other type of physical waves.  Maybe gravity?  I have a lot of interest in gravity.

What are metamaterials?
The Metamaterials
At the time of my meeting, this well-known and reputed representative of TTSA told me, "Don't mention this on the blog," and then proceeded to detail the composition of the metal and some of its capabilities.  I agreed to not print these details, at the time.  I have not even mentioned the meeting until now.  I am only discussing it publicly at this point because there has been much written recently, confirming the existence of these metamaterials and TTSA's plans for researching and exploiting them.

A major effort is currently underway to discover how the metamaterials were made and what they can do.  Dubbed The Acquisition and Data Analysis of Material Research Project, or ADAM for short, this project is a joint effort by TTSA and the US Army.  Having spent a few years in the Army I have to grin and shake my head at the acronym.  The Army always has to name everything with some type of hokey acronym.  For example the Hummer was not just a brand.  It was a nickname for the Humvee which itself was a coloquial way of saying HMMWV which stands for High Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle.  They could not just call it a truck.  SMH, eye-roll emoji.  This, of course, was the upgrade to the Commercial Utility Cargo Vehicle, affectionately called the CUT-V, a bastardization of its acronym CUCV.  You may know it better as the Chevy Blazer or its current incarnation, the Tahoe.  The act of having a joint effort with the Army, by the way, is called a Cooperative Research and Development Agreement (CRADA).  There they go again.
CUCV
CUCV, developed through a CRADA?

The TTSA / Army team plans to analyze the materials for potential benefits to mankind.  Some of these benefits include the ability to levitate objects built from the material.  Huh?  While this may sound like a work of science fiction the fact remains that alien spaceships are able to hover silently without any visible engines, propellers, or wings.  Human technology has not come close to replicating these capabilities.  Maybe it is the metal.  I am still going with my Gravity Attraction Theory but what do I know?  I am not a physicist.

TTSA has been talking about this for a while now.  There is a video on YouTube discussing the material's initial acquisition.





The longtime owner of one of these metamaterials, UFO Researcher Linda Moulton Howe has recently spoken up about their origins and her decision to sell them to TTSA.  A Vice Article published recently reports that Moulton Howe acquired the metamaterials from the late Coast to Coast AM host Art Bell who in turn acquired them from an anonymous Army sergeant.  Supposedly, this sergeant's grandfather, "yanked the metal off a wedge-shaped craft that crashed in 1947 near the White Sands proving grounds in New Mexico."  White Sands is three hours from Roswell, by the way.  That is not close enough for me to link the two but conspiracy theorists may think otherwise.

1.21 Gigawatts
1 Point 21 Jiggawatts!!!
Moulton Howe has tried for years to make the material float.  But she lacks the ability, the facilities, and the financial resources to perform the necessary experiments.  TTSA is better funded.  The Army has virtually unlimited funds.  Perhaps together they can make it happen.

If it is possible, The ADAM Project will need to blast the object with a tremendous amount of energy, like 1.21 "Jiggawatts".  We could just channel a bolt of lightning into it.  The problem is, you never know when or where one is going to strike.  No, wait.  First of all, what the hell is a jiggawatt?

The type of energy we are really talking about is Terahertz Radiation which has nothing to do with electricity.  This is an electromagnetic wave which exists in the invisible electromagnetic spectrum in between microwaves and infrared, affectionately referred to by Terahertz lovers as the Terahertz Gap.  This, by the way, is also the name of the store where scientists buy those snazzy white lab coats they wear - The Terahertz Gap.
Terahertz Gap
The Terahertz Gap

This type of radiation has not been proven to be harmful to humans.  It is non-ionizing, meaning it can do little-to-no damage to living tissue.  Despite its relative safety, the radiation has thus far not been put to widespread use in commercial applications.  It has limitations which prevent it from penetrating metal, water, and even clouds.  But maybe it could be used to levitate a mysterious space metal composite.  Hey, they said The Wright Brothers were crazy and now we fly all over the planet in aeroplanes.  I can roll with this idea until someone proves it wrong.

Another potential application for the metamaterials may include invisibility cloaking.  This is another technology which was formerly relegated to science fiction but which is now known to be within reach.  I will write an article at some point, perhaps with an accompanying video, detailing an eye-witness account from a highly credible source, of a UFO sighting where the witness says she could see through the ship and yet still see it.



 Are the Metamaterials Real?

This is a question a lot of people are asking now.  Is this just a publicity stunt by TTSA, an effort to raise funds for a "sham company" started by a rock star?  Some people have doubted TTSA from the get-go.  One would think that given the credentials of some of TTSA's leaders, Chris Mellon, Dr. Hal Puthoff, Lue Elizondo, that they are for real.  The success of History Channel's Unidentified series, hosted by Elizondo, using witnesses and evidence gathered by TTSA should further support the credibility of the organization.

For me, if TTSA puts out a press release about metamaterials on their Facebook page, I believe it.  What other American companies put out false press releases?  If that is not enough, there is the word of one of the metamaterials' former owner Linda Moulton Howe and the photograph (at top of page) she released of the item.  Some people have said the photo represents nothing but industrial slag.  Here is a photo of slag, at right.  I do not see a resemblance.

We know what the metamaterials are made of because the composition of the metamaterials was made public in an SEC filing.  They contain:

(i) One 1.75” x 1.25” x 0.25” piece of micron-layered Bismuth/Magnesium-Zinc metal; (ii) six pieces of Bismuth/Magnesium-Zinc metal; (iii) one piece of Aluminum; and (iv) one round black and silver metal flake (collectively, the “Metal Pieces”)

As an aside, what gives these materials their power is not what they are made of but how they are made.  That is one of the goals of the ADAM project, to find out just how these objects were created.

Back to the point, the most compelling reason to believe, though, is hearing about it directly from someone involved with the project.  I stood there in a crowd of people, none of whom were members of TTSA except the one man I spoke with, looking each other in the eye.  He spoke of the metamaterials not as something he hoped he could get people to believe in - what other people think about it was not even on the radar.  He simply spoke about what it was and what it might be able to do and how important it was to find out more about it.

I have been in Sales for many years.  This was not a "sales pitch" intended to influence someone.  It was just a conversation between two guys standing in a kitchen, throwing down a sandwich and pounding a soda before running off to the next places we each had to be.  It was as matter-of-fact as how anyone might stand with an old friend at a party, with a drink in their hand, and tell a story about something as mundane as their vegetable garden or a home repair project they just completed.  It was real.

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Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Do Aliens Fart?

This article was originally blasted out in the spring of 2019.  It received a lot of looks at the time but I felt like it was a bit juvenile and did not fit in with the overall spirit of this blog.  It did not smell right.  So I removed it.  However, in light of recent current events, I cannot hold it in any longer.  I have to let it out.

Eric Swalwell Uniting Americans
Eric Swalwell Uniting Americans
In a divided country, Americans of every political persuasion can appreciate a good fart joke.  Thank you Eric Swalwell for helping to bring us all together.

I call this The Lighter Side of UFOlogy.  I was originally inspired to do this by a series of emails back and forth with UFOlogist Kathleen Marden, following an interview I did with her back in May.  She had some concerns about being precise with her words and about scientific rigor.  I told her that for my part:

Don’t worry about it.  I try to take a scientific approach but no one would ever accuse me of being a scientist.  While I’ve been doing some serious stuff lately, a lot of what I write is pure speculation on what I think aliens might or might not do and I try to make it clear to readers that it’s just me making things up (as opposed to some of these people who spread conspiracy theories by preaching falsehoods as the gospel – irksome).  I do a lot of the lighter side of UFOlogy.  That’s probably where my next post will go.

I reiterate, I am not a scientist.  I am just a guy who had a close encounter and has subsequently put a tremendous amount of thought into aliens and UFOs.  And here we are.  Today, I give you The Lighter Side of UFOlogy.

 Do Aliens Fart?

Yeah, I went right for it.  Go ahead and shake your head.  I tackle all the hard-hitting questions, here on ISOT.  Sometimes.  Sometimes not.  This ain't the New York Times, bub.  But the question is valid.  Scroll to the bottom of the article to "Getting more into the Science" if you want to skip the silly stuff and get right into the science.  Read on from here if you have had a long day already and you need a break.

When I type the words "Do Aliens" into Google, the first auto-fill suggestion is not "Do aliens exist" but rather "Do aliens fart?"  It could be that Google reacts differently on my computer than on others.  I am pretty sure my phone, my Google Home, and my Alexa are all listening to me.  Regardless, it is funny that people would tend to skip right over the existential question and go directly for the sophomoric query.  But OK.  Let us take a look at this.

Google does not help much.  There are a couple silly videos on YouTube that are listed, which I will not include because they may violate my site terms.  I found a question on Yahoo Answers from over a decade ago.  The responses were all inane and filled with spelling and grammatical errors.  One anonymous respondent purported to be an actual alien.  He writes:

Believe it or not, I am extraterrestrial. (One day very soon you will finally learn publically that you are not only intelligent highly formed species on your planet. We have been on your planet and have for thousands of years albeit covert. I am from Pleiadian region (M45) in your constellation Taurus. We are actually the forerunner of your species as we have been to Earth as to develop your species some 300'000 Earth years past. Your Scandinavian people in northern Europe are the most direct descendants from us as we are called by your Earthly identifier as 'Nordic Aliens'. (the International Agharti Network) on Earth. 
We as humanoid indeed have similar GI tracts, and though as respect for all living creatures we are predominantly what you call vegetarian. Thus the gas we do emit drom our backside, normally doesn't produce any significant amount of odour. However, there are time when we do emit foul sulphurous smells, do to the high content of sulphur in some of our foods. It its particularly bad (probably actually poisonous to Earth humans).  
As indeed there are many other non human life forms in this universe, there are many of us humanoid forms as well with similar gastro-intestinal tracts. So logic would state that such is common in our universe.

I guess they do not have Spell-Checker on Pleiadian.  Maybe I should give the guy a break.  It is probably hard to type with tentacles.  I would not know.

Another Yahoo Answers respondent, who goes by "Smiley" replied:


Do aliens fart?
Smiley
Yes they do I was obducted one time when I was about 15 and they all where around me and they all did it at one time and they all just laughed and then let me go,I think they eat alot of Broccoli




That was my favorite.  I just gave it an Up Vote.  (Why does Yahoo make it so hard to sign in?  With the account key on the phone mishegas...)

I do not know if they have broccoli on other planets but I have heard it is rare in certain parts of Earth.  The vegetable is a mainstay of Chinese Food in America but I spent a month in Barcelona, about twenty years ago, and went to one of the best Chinese restaurants in town and there was not one broccoli dish on the menu.  I asked the waiter if they had any broccoli in the back and could they throw some in to my dish.  Yes, I am one of those guys that orders off menu.  I will sometimes ask, "Could you throw in a little..." - not all the time, but come on, no broccoli in a Chinese restaurant?

The waiter surmised that, being American, I must be brash and entitled so he ran back and got the owner of the restaurant - it was apparently too much for him to deal with.  I spoke with the owner - nice guy.  He said broccoli is not a thing in European Chinese restaurants, "You must be from The United States."  He supposed it was because it was not as commonly used in Europe.  I do not know if that is true.  But if so, that may explain why there are more UFO sightings in the US.  They come for the broccoli.

Hey, I have heard wilder theories.

Still, do aliens fart?  For real, let us take a serious look at this question.  I have written, a few times, about how artist's renditions of aliens never include genitals.  That could be because people do not want to draw something obscene.  They are simply trying to demonstrate what the face and body looked like and the privates are not important.  But what if they really do not have what we would consider private parts?

 Getting more into the Science

The privates have two functions, reproduction and elimination.  It is possible that humanoid creatures on other planets do not copulate like we Earthans do.  If so, they must be fascinated by our mating rituals.  They would probably watch a lot of explicit imagery - but for research purposes only, you know.  They are not into it.  It was just eleven hours straight of pure research, man.

If aliens do not reproduce the same way that Earthans do, well, I suppose that is the subject of a whole other "lighter side" article.  Stay tuned for that one, kids...

The other function of our private parts is, of course, elimination.  We all remember, back in middle school, that when you were done giggling at the words "anus" and "sphincter" you learned they had important roles in the proper functioning of our bodies.  Without a butt, we would fill up with toxic waste materials and rot away from the inside out.  We need to be able to eliminate this waste.  Included with that is gas.

 What do extraterrestrials eat?

Would aliens have the same needs for gaseous elimination as humans?  That would depend on a few things.

  • Do aliens eat?
  • If so, what do extraterrestrials eat?
  • What kind of digestive systems do they have?

On this, apparently Science has a lot more to say.  You have to go to my blog to find out if aliens fart but Time Magazine and Space.com will talk about what they might eat.

In the Space.com article social scientist Christy Spackman suggests that unless visiting aliens were some type of slugs that would eat us, their diets would probably be very similar to ours.  OK so what does that include?  Do they like liver and onions?  Space.com does not say, which is strange, considering the article was about what to serve aliens for dinner.  Instead, the article punts with a suggestion that you feed all of an alien's senses including "15 minutes of standing out in a monsoon rain in August."

Wait, what?  First of all, no way.  Could you imagine, you just flew 90 light years, you are starving, and this crazy lady says, "C'mon, let's go outside in this raging storm and get soaked to the bone.  It's delicious!"  That is Space.com for you.  Second, how do we even know that aliens have the same senses as we do?  Smell may mean nothing to them, for example.  This would explain why when Smiley (above) was "obducted" all his captors thought it was completely appropriate to fart in front of him.

I want to back up to the part about, "unless they are a slug that is eating us."  Are aliens here to eat us?  I have written about this before in Aliens against eating tasty animals wherein I suggested that some aliens may consider all Earthan animals to be on the menu, including humans.  Time.com says no, however.  How do they know?  They do not know anything.  They are making this stuff up, just like I am.  But I will roll with it because they are Time and one is supposed to respect the newsworthiness of such a reputable magazine.  So Time says no, aliens would not want to eat us.  According to quantum physicist Jim Al-Khalili,

In order for aliens to get nourishment from eating us, their bodies would have to be capable of processing our molecules (like amino acids and sugars). And that requires having a similar biochemistry–a long shot for a species that hails from a different world.

Thanks Jim!  So people from a different world would may evolve to be able to digest us.  OK.  Still, I am no scientist but I find it hard to believe there would not be a species somewhere out there in the Cosmos which is capable of digesting human.  If you have the intelligence to believe that with all the stars and planets in the Universe, aliens exist in the first place (assuming you have never seen a UFO and are simply accepting the statistics) then you have to also believe that there is a chance that some of them would have a similar diet.  If you can accept that then you can imagine that we might be on the menu.

But let us focus more on where we may share a similar diet.  NewScientist.com asks "WHAT do extraterrestrials eat?"  This article also punts on the question but it does provide some food for thought, so to speak.  You see what I did there?  Like the Time article, New Scientist suggests aliens may have very different building blocks than humans and may therefore need to eat different things which may not grow on our planet.  But they also say that lab experiments were able to show that over several generations, simple cells were able to acclimate to new conditions and process aminos which had previously been toxic to them.  In other words, it is possible to re-engineer a body to derive nourishment from new sources.  We cannot do that here on this planet but if someone can get from there to here, they just may have the technology to re-engineer themselves to eat our food and perhaps even to eat us.  Take that, Time Magazine.

But do aliens eat, at all?  It is possible that some aliens could derive nourishment from sources other than plants and animals.  Certainly we have seen, here on our planet, that it is possible to take in nutrients from the sun via photosynthesis.  I do not know why no one makes a bigger deal about that.  It is amazing that the sun can nourish things.  A lot of problems would be solved in humans could do this too.

Can aliens get nourishment from the stars?  Maybe.  Why not?  If so, perhaps there are other sources of nourishment, somewhere out there.  Dark matter?  That would be something.  So it is possible that some aliens could live without eating.  But they are often depicted as having mouths.  They are also often described as speaking telepathically.  If some of them have mouths but do not need them for speaking, what other purpose would the mouth have other than acting as a pie hole?  Reproduction?  Maybe.  Remind me to never kiss an alien.  More likely, aliens with mouths must eat.

Back to farting, I am breaking new wind - er - ground here, folks.  The root question we have not answered yet is really, do all animals fart?  If so, that would certainly raise the probability that animals on other planets also fart, including the intelligent ones who fly UFOs.  In a Quartz article, health and science reporter Katherine Foley reports that actually, not all animals pass gas.  Foley says:

Birds do not fart, for example, because they have different bacteria that live in their guts that don’t produce the same gaseous byproducts.

Fascinating.  Birds are basically tiny, flying dinosaurs, right?  Can we then assume that the dinosaurs did not fart?  They must have really hated mammals.

The article goes on with an extensive list of Earthan creatures which do or do not fart.  Which ones are on the list is beyond the scope of this discussion.  What is important is the fact that many do not.

The conclusion, therefore, is that I cannot say if aliens fart for certain, one way or the other, because I have never met an alien.  However, I can say that the possibility exists that if aliens have similar building blocks, if they have mouths, if they can derive nourishment from similar foods as we do, and they have similar bacteria in their guts, they certainly could rip a big fart.



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Monday, November 11, 2019

Veteran's Day Ceremony

Last Friday my daughter invited me to a Veteran's ceremony at her school.  I have never been involved in any Veteran's organizations nor attended any event honoring them, either as an honoree nor as an audience participant.  I have attended a few 9/11 events but that is different.  September 11th was something which affected all Americans tangentially and thousands of us directly either because we knew people involved or because we were there, at or near the target sites.  We all remember.  Veteran's Day?  I am thankful for all those who have served our country, in any capacity, but I have never felt the need for anyone to pay homage to me.  I went to this event Friday because my daughter asked me.  That is what dads do.



I woke up around 4:30 that morning, as usual.  I popped out of bed, threw some logs on the fire, brewed a pot of coffee, and went down to the office to work for a few hours.  It was to be a short work day but a long day overall because I had a lot of errands and appointments and then I had plans to pick up one of my sons early from school and drive to northern New York State to hunt with a friend.  I showered and looked through my closet.  Do I wear a nice suit or some piece of Government Issued clothing?  A combination of the two?  Maybe jeans and a nice shirt with a Woodland Camo hat or jacket.  Or the nice suit with my Class A cap.  I put aside the fact that I have never thought it looked good to mix GI clothing and civilian clothing and went with a rule I once read which active soldiers are to abide by.  You do not mix an official uniform with civilian clothes.  I went with a nice blue suit.

I have been to many dozens of events at my kids' schools.  I often bring a travel mug of coffee.  This was an 8:00am thing so naturally I brought coffee.  That turned out to be a mistake.  When I arrived I was sent to the cafeteria where there was an urn of coffee and some disposable cups.  Maybe it was not good coffee.  Usually it is not.  Most people who make coffee for public consumption have no idea what the point of coffee is.  They make it in a way which suggests you are to add more to it, like a thin chicken broth waiting for some matzah balls to join the soup party.  Part of me was happy I brought the real stuff - real Army Motor Pool coffee.  Part of me regretted now having to carry around this black insulated canister.

My daughter arrived from homeroom and all the vets were lined up along the cafeteria wall with their escorts.  I realized I was one of the few people there who was the father of a student.  Most of the others seemed to be grandfathers or uncles.  There was one mother.  I surmised that people around here generally do not join the military unless they are drafted and there has not been a draft since Vietnam.

When I was a kid, the old timers at my dad's American Legion were World War II vets.  Sometimes you would make a mistake and ask a Korean War vet about WWII.  Now the old-timers are Vietnam vets and you may mistake a Korean War vet for one of them.  It is the forgotten war.  I looked like a young kid compared to most of these guys.

We stood there in the line for about ten minutes.  I joked with the guy ahead of me that it was just like being in the military, "Hurry up and wait!"  I told my daughter that in the Army, we did a lot of standing in line and then tried to explain why it was so funny that Forrest Gump remarks about standing in line everywhere when he visits Washington D.C. and ends up in a war protest.  I was unable to deliver the message in a way which made any sense to her.  I could see the blank look of a tween who is humoring their parent as best as possible without rolling their eyes.

After all the students in the school were seated the vets marched in to the auditorium to thunderous applause.  People hooted and whistled.  It seemed over the top for me but I rolled with it.  This is what it was.  It was a celebration.  I embraced it.

The ceremony included a number of short readings by kids who put considerable effort into writing thoughtful, heart-felt passages.  A small choir sang.  An orchestra played and then a marching band played.  There was a slide show featuring soldiers returning home from deployment, hugging their kids.  That choked me up but I held my composure.  Other strong, former military men were not able to hold back the tears.  No one could fault them for that.  It was touching.


 Would I enlist again?

All this emotion brought back a flood of memories.  I tend to unintentionally block out my time in the Reserves.  I was in college and college was fun.  The Army was not as fun.  It was a pain in the butt.  I sometimes wonder why I did it.  I would assume that one point or another everyone who has volunteered for the military has thought that.  With what I know now, would I sign up again?

Whenever I have asked myself that question I have always thought, yes, I would sign up again.  I did get a lot out of being in the military and feel this experience helped frame the person I am today.  I am also proud of having served my country.  That was the biggest reason I enlisted.  This was the Post-Vietnam or Pre-9/11 era when being in the military was a thankless job.  Some people still harbored negative sentiment towards soldiers for fighting in Vietnam, even though draftees had no choice.  It would be another decade and the worst terrorist attack on US soil before attitudes changed to what they are today.  I feel good about having had the courage to join in those days, when it simply was not a popular choice.

Still, would I enlist again?  Now that I have gone public with my UFO encounter I have allowed this event to spread its tentacles into my overall life experience.  What was once a traumatic chapter in a book that was closed, unfinished, and put up on a shelf, has now been dusted off and reopened.  Talking and writing about my close encounter has allowed me to shed the skin of trauma I once wore and to incorporate the story into my life's narrative.  At this veteran's ceremony on Friday, with emotions seeping from every crack in my hardened exterior, I once again examined the question, would I do it again?

I was sixteen years old when I decided to join the Army Reserves.  I was a new driver.  I had a curfew of 11:00 at night.  I needed permission to leave the house.  I was still a kid.  My dad was all-for me joining his reserve unit.  He received a financial reward for recruiting me.  I should have asked him to share it with me but then, he was feeding and housing me, so...  My mom was not as enthused with my choice but she was always supportive of anything I wanted to do.  She has been good like that.

Shortly after my seventeenth birthday, I signed my life away, with my parents' approval.  They had to sign too because I was under eighteen.  I say I signed my life away because I read the fine print.  Most new recruits file through quickly and sign whatever documents are put in front of them.  I stood there and read the contract.  The man who was stationed there shouted snidely, "What, you don't trust the government?"  In those days people were not as cynical about government as they are today.  It was not that I did not trust the government, I just wanted to know as much as possible about what I was getting myself into.

The contract said that I was committing myself to possibly giving up my life for my country.  It also said that even after I got out of the military, I could be called back into service in the event of a national emergency, for decades afterwards.  I want to say it was until age fifty but I do not recall for sure.  Most people do not know that.  I did.  Still, I signed the form.  I made a choice, just a bit over sixteen years of age, to possibly give my life to my country, at any point over the following three or four decades.

I did not make a choice to have a close encounter with an alien spaceship.  Who could have foreseen something like that?  In 1989 popular culture still debated whether or not Martians existed.  Science had concluded that Mars was likely a barren wasteland.  People were not as connected to information as we are today but most of my peers seemed to believe we were alone in the Universe.  The stars in the sky were not thought of as life-giving suns at the centers of other planetary systems.  They were our stars and all they did was twinkle for us.

Hollywood gave us Star Wars and E.T.  Our imaginations drank in these fantastic stories from the minds of science fiction writers.  But that was all they were, just stories.  Spaceships could not visit Earth because we did not have the technology to travel outside our solar system.  Obviously, if Man, the smartest creature that ever existed, could not travel to other planets, it was impossible.  And besides, there was nothing else out there.  It was just us and our twinkling stars.

From a young age, I have believed there was more.  But given the times in which I grew up, this belief did not enter the equation I was challenged to solve when I enlisted in the Army.  I would lay down my life for my country, if needed.  Would I defend a stack of ammunition from an alien spaceship?  Would I great its occupants if they approached me?  Would I board the ship if ordered?  I could not have known these would even be questions, let alone think of what the answers would be.

My encounter ends with the sighting.  The ship I saw did not engage with me, though I have always thought this was due to the way I reacted.  Had I not remained still, had I approached the vessel, things may have gone differently.  Nonetheless, it was the most traumatic event of a life now filled with amazing adventures.  How would having this knowledge, this foresight, affect my decision to sign that enlistment contract?

It is easy for me to look back and say I would do it again.  Now that I have moved on to an Acceptance phase where I am no longer haunted by this event I am happy it happened.  I have never felt special about anything.  This was pretty special.  It was cool - in hindsight.  What would sixteen year old me have thought about it?

This was the question I contemplated Friday morning, sitting in the auditorium of my daughter's school.  What would sixteen year old me have thought about committing myself to one day being alone, deep in a thick forest, armed with an M-16 with no bullets, about a hundred yards from an enormous alien spaceship?

Sixteen year old me would have been terrified by this thought.

It had only been a few years since I was able to sleep without a nightlight.  I avoided conflict, most often backing down from a challenge.  I shied away from bullies.  I am a much different person today, fearing no one and no thing.  Nothing.  But that was not who I was at sixteen.  Would the advanced knowledge of an alien encounter cause me to rethink my enlistment in the military?  You bet your life it would.  But what would my ultimate decision be?


 Overcoming Trauma

All the veterans were called up onto the stage, along with our escorts.  I now felt really stupid carrying my travel mug.  I set it down on the arm of my seat, hoping it would still be there when I got back rather than getting knocked over and rolling under all the seats, with the clanking of metal on concrete.  I hoped I would get the same seat back and not have to reach over or ask someone to hand me my drink.  On the stage, my daughter put a hand-made paper "medal" around my neck which read "Hero."  I do not think that term applies to me.  I never saw combat.  Not to take anything away from anyone else who was in a support role.  Every soldier is important.  I just do not think I am in the same league as people who have been shot at.  The reason I am honored in November instead of in May is because I was lucky enough to not be deployed to the front lines in any conflicts.  I am not looking for any special treatment.  But I accepted my medal, hugged my daughter, and thanked her.

My travel mug was still in my seat and I got the same seat back.  It was only upon exiting the auditorium that I noticed the NO FOOD OR DRINK sign on the door.  Oh well.  Back in the cafeteria there was a nice spread waiting for us.  I grabbed a glazed doughnut and some fruit.  I then wished I had known there were Boston Creme doughnuts but I did not want to put back the glazed doughnut and I am not a schnorr so I walked away from the Boston Cremes, with buyer's remorse.

Would I do it again?  No.  The next time I would walk right by that glazed doughnut and see if there were any Boston Cremes.  It makes that much of a difference to me.  Would I enlist in the Army again, knowing that it would mean experiencing fear to the depths which few people could ever imagine and which no words can do justice?

Yes.

Yes, I would put myself through that all over again but not just so I could say I had a close encounter with an alien spaceship.  If sixteen year old me could have known that overcoming trauma from doing so would transform me from the person who avoided risk at any cost into someone who walks through life's darkest caves, whistling with his hands in his pockets, then yes.  For this, it was all worth it.



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Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Gravity Attraction

One year ago I posted an article titled, Well, how did they get here?  Anyone who was born before 1985 may recognize the paraphrasing from the Talking Heads song Once in a Lifetime.  I have done that a couple times.  Those guys are awesome.  If you have never given them a chance, you are in for quite a shock.  I recommend starting off with the album 1977.  Digression acknowledged, this article is not about The Talking Heads (though I think I could pen a few thousand words about them, if I wanted).

Well, how did I get here?
David Byrne of The Talking Heads
Today's article is a follow up on that article from a year ago.  In it, I issued a challenge to the Scientific Community (whoever that is).  I gave my challenge a really cool name.  I called it, "The Marceau Contest."  Good one, huh?  Well, it is my contest so I get to name it.  Here is what it is:

How can we attract gravity?  Over the years, scientists and engineers have endeavored to repel gravity.  We think we have gotten pretty good at it.  But the methods are cumbersome and expensive.  We require tremendous amounts of thrust and lift, swirling engines, beating rotors.  It is loud and disruptive, like a house full of kids on the day after Halloween (not looking forward to that, in three days).  It consumes vast quantities of fuel and spews toxic exhaust into the air.  Human flight sucks.  We are really not good at it, after all.




Hold your horses, engineers and rocket scientists.  This is not a personal attack.  I am a tiny bit jealous of the folks who have committed themselves to improving these archaic methods of elevation.  It takes a brilliant mind to get an enormous vehicle, weighing thousands of pounds, to streak through the air.  But it is still archaic.  The Wheel set the course for modern times but it was many thousands of years before the rubber tire and shock absorber were invented.  We have a ways to go before we can say we have truly mastered flight.

In order to improve flight we need to figure out how aliens do it.  I am not talking about how they get from there to here, at the moment.  That is a different challenge (though it is possible the two are related).  Right now I am only talking about how UFOs are able to hover silently without the use of jet engines or propellers or wings.  Baby steps.  How do UFOs float inches above a treeline and not create a down-wash, like the ship I saw in Gagetown, New Brunswick?  What is their secret?


 Gravity Attraction

The Marceau Ship
The spaceship from The Gagetown Incident
My theory is, they are attracting gravity.  (It is as good a theory as any others I have heard, word.)  Human flight has always been focused on repelling gravity.  How do we fight physics and get ourselves off this spinning rock we live on?  But why fight physics?  Fighting never solved anything.  Well, that is not always true.  Sometimes two guys can duke it out and then have a beer together.  But not in this case.  There is a better way.  Rather than focusing on repelling gravity we should work on attracting it - not the gravity here on Earth, but elsewhere.  Out in space, there are greater sources of gravity than the Earth's.  They are just so far away that Earth's pull is relatively stronger.  If one were to break away from Earth's pull, the Sun would have a stronger attraction.  What if we could lock on to that, from right here on Earth?

What if humans figured out a way to lock on to the gravitational pull of the Sun and use it to attract a spacecraft?  We could use that force to propel ourselves towards the sun in an instant, no?  I believe that something like that is happening when UFOs shoot off into space.  The other witness to my sighting, Mike, said the ship we saw shot off into space in a streak of light, like when spaceships go into hyperspace in the movies.  If he had blinked he would have missed it.  Perhaps that ship locked on to a distant star, back in its home solar system, and used its massive gravitational pull to attract the ship instantly back home.

There may need to also be some manipulation of the fabric of space and time, in association with that, which is why I am not focusing on that part right now.  The first step we need to solve is the gravitational attraction for the purpose of elevation, here on Earth.  How can we get an aircraft to hover without any physical means of propulsion?  How we can attract the gravitational pull of sources which are stronger than the Earth's gravity but farther away?  This is the Marceau Contest.

Crazy Jonny
Good ole Crazy Jonny
When I first issued this challenge a year ago, I offered a dollar to the person who could solve this puzzle.  Apparently that was not enticing enough for anyone to drop what they were doing and get on this.  I am not sure why.  Right after college I moved to Los Angeles for a few months and I had a friend there whom we called "Crazy Jonny."   Jonny jumped over the railing of a second story balcony into the court yard below, landing in the swimming pool, fully clothed, on a dare.  No money was involved - just a dare.  Jonny did not even look over the railing to make sure he would clear the sidewalk.  He just hopped over.  He came back upstairs soaking wet, in all his clothes.  I am sure Jonny would join the Marceau Contest for a dollar.  But clearly, Jonny was no rocket scientist.  I have not talked to Jonny in about twenty-five years.  He is probably in jail right now.  Good guy, though.

Ring Dings
Possibly the only treat better than a molasses cookie
So a dollar ain't enough, huh?  I also offered an Archway molasses cookie as a second place prize if my youngest son could prove his Dark Matter (or as he calls it, "Black Matter") theory first.  The scientific community will be overjoyed to hear that my son is more interested in Hot Wheels playset reviews on YouTube than Dark Matter, at the moment, so both the dollar and the molasses cookie are up for grabs.  But not everyone likes molasses.  I get it.  And a dollar does not go too far.  You cannot even buy a Mountain Dew to fuel your scientific studies, for a dollar, anymore.  So I will sweeten the pot, so to speak, with a new prize: a box of Ring Dings.  Yes, you read that correctly, not one Ring Ding, a whole box of Ring Dings.  I have a connection; one of my students has a brother who owns a route and he hooked me up with a free box.  I could get another.

I will revisit this contest in another year to update everyone on the progress Science has made.  In the meantime, keep your eye on the sky and your cameras ready.  Oh, and make sure you look over the railing before hopping over, into the pool.




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Thursday, September 19, 2019

Could Aliens Buy America?

The Beauty of Connecticut
The Beauty of Connecticut
We Americans live in a beautiful country.  Here in Southern New England we have rolling hills covered in deciduous trees, dotted with middle class homes and large estates.  There are abundant fish in our clean(ish) rivers, places to hike and bike, and sandy beaches with gentle waves.  Further north we have the evergreen-carpeted Adirondack, Green, and White Mountain ranges.  To the west we have nearly every type of topography and geographic features on Earth, all in one country.  We are lucky to live in such a place.

Sometimes I think about how this all came to be.  There were other people living here before our European forefathers established this country.  For the most part, these aboriginal inhabitants did not believe in the concept of land ownership the way we think of it, although they did respect territorial boundaries.  They did not believe in the rule of law, as imposed by a federal government.  Everything was more localized.  Rules applied to your extended family or what we often refer to as a "tribe".  Your land was shared with members of the family and owned by the whole community.  What did these people think when pale-faced men with muskets spoke with them about acquiring some of this land?

Much is said about how the White Man "stole" this land from the Indians.  Yes, that happened; in many places people were forced to pack up and move, under harsh conditions.  With the exception of the Dutch, if a European felt they "discovered" some land they tended to plant a flag on it and it then belonged to them.  But not everyone, everywhere, was like that.  Here in New England, in the earliest days of Colonial America, there were deals.  Land was purchased.  Treaties were signed.  There was an attempt at doing things the right way, whatever that meant.

In my state of Connecticut, there is great pride in the story of the founding of the town of Ridgefield.  Local history expert, Jack Sanders, spoke with me about some men from down the hill in Norwalk and Milford, now known as "The Proprietors."  These men came up to the village of Ramapo and negotiated with a Sachem, Chief Katonah (a.k.a Catoonah).  They paid the Sachem 100 Pounds Sterling for 20,000 acres of his people's land to create my town, Ridgefield.

This got me thinking - what if aliens came down and offered one of our leaders some sum of money to buy some land?


 Could Aliens Buy America?

It seems impossible, at first glimpse.  But roll with me on this one.  Sanders tells me there is no historical documentation in the official town records of how Katonah's Ramapoo people felt about their Sachem's sale of their land.  New England Pre-history Archaeologist Lynn-Marie Wieland was able to shed some light on this for me.

Wieland tells me, by the late 1600's the Indians of New England had been completely decimated by disease.  Those who survived had a reckoning of their situation.  They embarked on a long process of consolidating their land holdings.  By this point they had learned the White Man's concept of land ownership and would often sell portions of their lands.  They sat on so much land and there were so few people left on it, it must have seemed like a no-brainer to cut their losses and get some money or goods (guns, coats, tools, etc.) for it. 

Sometimes, Wieland says, they would sell the same piece of land over and over.  I suppose, if you do not believe in our concept of land ownership in the first place this might seem like a funny joke to play on people - kind of like selling someone the Brooklyn Bridge.  More likely though, Wieland says, while the Indians knew they had sold the land, their concept of the deals was more like they were renting the land to the White Man and if the buyers did not continually occupy and improve the land, the Indians would simply reclaim it.

There is no record of how Katonah dispersed his 100 Pounds amongst his people, if at all.  However, history tells us that keeping the money for himself would have been considered unthinkable.  Wieland explains, "among hunter/gatherers, the person most admired is the one who shares his wealth with his community."  The funds were probably distributed in an equitable manner, although no one knows for sure.  Katonah could have kept more for himself or he could have given some hush money to dissenters.  While the cultures of many Indian people were very different from those of their new European neighbors, people are people.  The funds could have been distributed in any manner Katonah saw fit.

Little is recorded indicating whether or not Katonah was even endowed with the authority to make the sale.  However, the deal was signed by several others of his people, along with a few other outside witnesses (John W. DeForest, 1851. History of the Indians of Connecticut from the Earliest Known Period to 1850, Connecticut Historical Society) and Wieland says it was probably authorized by every adult male in Katonah's community.

Chief Katonah was offered, what to him must have seemed like a fortune, to pack up and go elsewhere.  And there was plenty of land available over in what would eventually become the town of Katonah, New York.  (You see what he did, there?)  So why not?


Ridgefield today on left, Wappinger village of Ramapo in 1665 on right.  Katonah, NY is just west of Cross River.
Much of Rt. 7 from Massachusetts to the Long Island Sound was once the Berkshire Path, an Indian foot path.

This begs the question.  If someone of dubious authority can sell the land out from under his people, to "alien" settlers, just 300 years ago, could it happen again?  I say, "dubious authority" because before Europeans came here there were no deeds certifying land ownership.  There were no surveys or maps.  The Indians were able to sell their land because Europeans said so.  We brought our concept of land ownership over here and imposed it upon them.  So could something like that happen again?  Could people from another place come here, make a deal with an authority figure, and boot us off our land?  I think so.

You did wha...?
But wait, you say, we have laws against that.  Yes, we have laws against that.  But aliens may not.  I believe that when Chief Katonah stood before his people, laden with silver, at least one of these folks must have stood up and said, in his best John Mulaney voice, "Excuse me, um... Chief... you did wha...?"  There had to be some people who disagreed with the sale.  This is beautiful country.  Some people must have said, "Well, I ain't goin'!" 

Wieland says yes indeed, some people did stay.  Whether it was because they did not support the sale, or not, is unknown.  Katonah was listed on the deed as being from New York so most of the family or tribe may have already left by then.  But I am imagining a conversation in one home that went something like this:

Husband: Land is sold.  We should start packin' up.
Wife: Why, is someone moving here?  To this very spot?
Husband: Um, this spot?  I don't know.
Wife: OK then, we'll stay until they tell us to leave.
Husband: Well, we should really...
Wife: We'll stay until they tell us to leave!
Husband: Yes, dear.

For the folks who stayed in the new town of Ridgefield after the rest of their Ramapoo people moved west, they would have found that things changed for them pretty quickly.  Suddenly, there were once familiar places which now had fences around them, barring entry.  Old paths were widened to allow horse-drawn carriages to pass while other paths were blocked by houses or fences.  If you came across berries or wild fruit trees you may not be permitted to pick them because they were on someone else's private property.  Hunting was restricted.  "What have they done to my land!" they would have thought.

The Ramapoo who stayed would have found themselves living under the legal jurisdiction of an alien power they did not recognize as theirs.  But like it or not, they were forced to abide by this new rule of law.  What, you do not like it?  Perhaps you would like to put on these shackles and visit the Magistrate with me.  Or perhaps you would like to speak into the barrel of my musket.  I can get the constable or even a militia to help me, if needed.

Could it happen again?

Let us bypass the question of, "Could Aliens Buy America?" and keep it more simple.  Could aliens buy my house?  Why not?  As long as the check clears.  My neighbors would probably be pissed.  They would be like, "Aliens!  There goes the neighborhood." 

For Sale signs would go up all over the place.  Pretty soon, more aliens would move in.  Eventually this would become an alien neighborhood.  At least, this is the pattern which has been repeated over and over again when one ethnic group starts to move into another ethnically homogeneous neighborhood, all across America.

Why would it be different if aliens moved here?  Sure, at first it would be novel to live next door to the alien family.  The conversations over the hedgerow would be interesting and thought-provoking.  But once they started to cook their strange-smelling foods, park their old beat-up spaceships on cinder blocks in the back yard, and blast their alien music at all hours of the night, people would bolt.  I am not making this up, it happens time after time, not with aliens, but there is no reason to believe it would be different with them.  People are people.

 The Indians of old Ridgefield

The Indians who sold Ridgefield to the Proprietors are sometimes referred to locally as the Lanape.  Wieland says decedents of these people prefer to be called Ramapoo.  They belonged to the Wappinger Indians who were related to the Lanape.

In total, there were nine transactions which together created the current town as we know it.  Some people stayed in the town, sometimes re-selling the same land more than once.  Others moved on to Katonah, NY with their Sachem.  Others relocated in between, to Lake Kitchawan.

Wikipedia reports that some of these people moved even further west and settled in what are now the Ramapo Mountains of New Jersey.  Though, Wieland indicated this may not be true.


Once a certain area became an enclave of alien people, they might be inclined to buy up the whole darned town.  Indeed, if I could afford it, I would not mind owning this town.  It is a nice town.  If you had the ability to travel from there to here, perhaps hundreds of light-years or more, would you come with an empty wallet?  Probably not.  More likely, you would come with some form of currency which the native people would accept and then you would start bargain hunting.

Not too long ago, it was possible for a Westerner to travel to a developing country and pay a paltry sum for all types of native wares, with both parties of the transaction believing they got a great deal.  Indeed, the other day one of my students in a business course I teach told me he recently went home to his native Egypt and pulled out an American one hundred dollar bill in a marketplace.  Shop-keepers closed off the markets so he could shop, undisturbed.  Certainly the same would be true of any transaction conducted with aliens.  They would come with today's equivalent of 100 Pounds Sterling and buy up our land - perhaps the whole town.

After securing a foothold here, aliens would then be free to start making their own rules.  One would think they might adopt our democratic ways and hold a referendum which the people would vote on.  But why would they have to do that when they could simply say, "This is our town, we make our own rules."  That is what the people of Ridgefield did when they bought this land from the Ramapoo.  They did not care what existing rules the Ramapoo had.  They did not care what the Ramapoo's system of rule-making was.  They bought the land and they were going to impose their Common Law system on all people living in it.

It was not just the local town laws which applied either, 300 years ago.  Anyone living in the colony of Connecticut would have been subject to the laws of its governor.  Europeans did not ask the Indians if they wanted this land to be called Connecticut and if they wanted to live under its colonial laws.  They just drew a boundary on a map and said to the Governor, "This is the colony of Connecticut.  Go govern it."  Many of the local Indians and the coastal Algonquians to the east would not discover they were living in someone else's country, under someone else's laws, for decades.

Perhaps, somewhere on another planet, leaders have drawn lines on a map around all of New England and said to one of their people, "This is New Glaxon.  Go rule it."  We could, right at this moment, be living under the jurisdiction of an alien power and not even know it.  Perhaps they have drawn a line around all of North America.

That being the case, what would then stop an alien power from doing what Europeans did to Indians?  I am not saying they would come here and force us off our land and commit genocide - not at first, anyway.  They might just come and try to buy the land, either house by house, or entire towns, states, even countries.  Along the way, we might be exposed to their alien diseases, just like the Indians.

Forget about our existing laws, because aliens would not necessarily recognize them - Europeans did not recognize Indian rules, why would aliens recognize ours?  With that in mind, an alien emissary could feasibly walk into the White House and offer our president, say, one trillion dollars (perhaps in some other currency but still the equivalent of a trillion dollars).  Would the president sell us out for a trillion bucks?  The speculative answer to that question probably depends on which side of the political aisle you stand on.  But suppose he did.

I made him an offer he couldn't refuse
The president of the United States is not endowed with the authority to sell our country to aliens.  There is no land deed that I know of which bestows ownership of the entire country onto any one person.  Also the people living here would not stand for it.  But he could still take the money, either willingly or under duress.  Perhaps they will make him an offer he couldn't refuse.

Or perhaps aliens would first come and (inadvertently or purposely) infect us with alien diseases we cannot fight off, leaving our population decimated and our economy in shambles - like Europeans did to the Indians!  Would our leader want to put in the hard work to rebuild a ruined country, infiltrated and overrun with amok aliens, or would he prefer to cut his losses, take the cash, and move on to greener pastures, like Chief Katonah did.  Depends on the president.

Just to legitimize the deal, the president might offer each of his cabinet members a billion dollars to also sign the deal.  The heads of the opposition party each get five billion, to look the other way.  They all then relocate to the Bahamas or various other hospitable places, and name those places after themselves, à la Katonah, New York.

Once that alien document was signed by all the heads of the country, once the deed to our land was in their long spindly hands, aliens would have the ability to say the deal abides by the terms of their legal system (which unbeknownst to us had been superimposed over our legal system when their maps had been overlaid on our maps).  

At that point, all humans in the country would fall under the rule of the new governor.  What, you do not like it?  Perhaps you would like to put on these shackles and visit the Magistrate with me.  Or perhaps you would like to speak into the barrel of my death ray.  I can get the constable or even a fleet of killer spaceships to help me, if needed.




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