'Are We Alone?' - Donald Trump To Declassify Roswell UFO Files

Every American who has gazed at the night sky and wondered at the billions of stars twinkling in the universe has asked the question, 'Are we alone?' Now, with the President's order to declassify and make public The Roswell Files, we may know.

  

There have been sightings galore in America. Hundreds of pilots have reported strange-looking objects, festooned with lights, crossing their paths and then disappearing just as suddenly as they appeared; and hundreds more observers on earth have reported incidents of unexplained lights travelling across the sky, object hurtling from one end of the horizon to the other, silent, hovering craft which would disappear in an instant. 

There have been simply too many such reports for the Army to deny any such thing.  Veteran Air Force captains with hundreds of hours in the cockpit of F-16 fighter jets, seasoned commercial pilots who have flown every approved world flight path, and responsible private pilots in their Pipers and Cessnas who had traversed the United States from east to west all have reported unexplained, unidentified flying objects. 

The reports of actual earth sightings of space aliens and even abductions have been fewer but not inconsiderable; and although they were discounted as the science fiction fantasies of mentally disturbed people, there have been enough of them to at least shelve them for future reference. 

Billy Ray Parsons of Aberdeen, Mississippi, was coming home from a Mississippi State Bulldogs football game when he saw a large, illuminated, flying object land on the prairie between Starkville and Columbus, and strange, sylph-like, attenuated figures descend from it and approach him.  He stopped his car, got out, and shaded his eyes against the bright lights of the ship from which the figures had come.

He said he wasn't frightened, and on the contrary felt a sensation of peaceful happiness.  He smiled and waved to the creatures, welcoming them.  

Then, as suddenly as they had come, they disappeared.  They and their ship were gone, the prairie was again silent, dark, and empty, and Billy Ray wondered if he had imagined it all. 

This 'sighting' was of course dismissed as pure fantasy.  The event was no different than the thousands portrayed in pulp fiction and sci-fi comics.  Wraith-like aliens descending a brightly-lit space ship and walking gracefully towards the observer? Straight out of Spielberg's Close Encounters of the Third Kind, stock footage, personal outtakes from hundreds of pages of comics and hundreds ore B-films. 

And yet....what if the reality were the reverse?  That the films and comic books were accurate depictions of a collective consciousness? Unlikely, but epistemologically quite possible.  Wasn't it Karl Jung who wrote extensively about this phenomenon? That we all are part of a universal perceptual experience that transcends time and history?

The stories of abductions were noted (as the Roswell Files would show) and recorded but with less patience and even less credibility than any other reported alien contacts.  Nevertheless, the archives were filled with tales of star travel. 

Not only the casual observer but the theoretical mathematician both come up with the same conclusion.  If the universe is infinite and expanding, and if it is filled with untold fantastical numbers of galaxies many of which have planets, the chances of intelligent life on any one of them is good.   Only a blind faith in the uniqueness of thee human race and an all-knowing, omnipotent, and omnipresent God have stood in the way of the facts. 

Perhaps the most telling sign of credence - that is belief the existence of extraterrestrial life - was the convocation of the Southern Baptist Convention to discuss Christianity's response to alien life.  Can they be saved?

 

At the convention may hypotheses were proposed - Jesus is God for the universe, and he will be known throughout it, so no need for evangelism.  Aliens are godless creatures in need of salvation and should be treated no differently than the tree-worshipping savages in Africa.  Aliens have their own God who is even more powerful than the Judeo-Christian one; and many more.  The only point being that these pastors who have long contemplated God and his Creation were seriously considering worlds beyond this one. 

Perhaps even more telling is the fact that deep in the underground warrens of the Pentagon, there is an ET (Extra-Terrestrial) unit.  As slight as the chances are for a hostile alien invasion force, it cannot be ignored.  Semper Paratus, the famous Marine Corps logo, was not meant only for earthly enemies. 

Philosophers, psychologists, and sociologists have long studied the possible impact of an alien arrival on earth.  In one fell swoop it would deny the millennia-long assumption that we are God's specially-favored creatures, that we are the intelligent life in the universe, and that we therefore rule.  What if the aliens were more intelligent? Not just quicker at calculations but able to do unimaginable things with their intelligence, create things out of nothing, be in two places at the same time, transform themselves from substance to light to energy? Act like God?

Alexander Hamilton argued long and hard with Thomas Jefferson about the nature of governance of the new American republic.  There must be some intermediary between the masses and supreme leadership - a body not unlike the British House of Lords filled with men of absolute rectitude, intellectual sophistication, and aristocratic principles which would filter the expected fol-de-rol coming from the unwashed.  Jefferson disagreed.  Nothing, he said, should interrupt or impede the will of the majority. 

Of course Hamilton was right. America is a morally chaotic nation, one without a central, guiding ethos, irretrievably scattered and politically balkanized into meaningless categories, and hopelessly ignorant about the workings of the world. 

Which is why United States governments - even those in power during progressive, socially caretaking years - have kept the Roswell Files secret.  If knowledge that a superiorly intelligent alien race was alive and well in the universe and had ideas for earth were known to this admixture of unschooled Americans, disaster would follow.  If COVID was any example - store shelves depleted in hours, rampant hoarding, frightening lockdowns and horrific pronouncements of doom - then imagine what things would be like if the existence of an extraterrestrial race were known. 

So it with expectation and not some trepidation that the President is about to declassify and publish The Roswell Files.  The nation is already abuzz with the likely release of the Epstein files and that's nothing compared to this.  Who cares who consorted with that buggering pedophile anyway?  Washington has always been a moral sinkhole; but this is a different story altogether. 

 

'Either there are or there aren't', said the President with his usual sangfroid, referring to extraterrestrial beings. 'Man up, deal with it', he said as anxious hands shot up from the press corps. 'What could be worse than four years of Sleepy Joe?'. 

The President vowed no editing, no redacting, no black Sharpie deletions.  The American public has a right to know, he went on.  My administration is all about transparency. 

There were of course alleged leaks of the files - unconfirmed reports that declassification would finally confirm the existence of non-human beings, that they had already been among us and had mated with us, beginning a new hybrid race that would populate Mars, etc. - but Americans were told to sit tight and wait. 'Trust me', the President said. 

The day of revelation is not far off, and we will not have to wait much longer.  Epstein, AOC, Putin, Iran, and bad Canadian air will soon be off the front page.  Most of us are convinced that we have been visited before, and if the Roswell Files tell us anything different, we won't believe them anyway; but all in all, we can't wait.