Ufological Folly

A "New Yorker" piece in the July 2nd surge about Editors and Publishers by John McPhee -- a puff up piece -- had a support recounting what paramount NY editor William Shawn required his writers to hold in the same way as writing a fact piece:"How do you know? How would you know? How can you possibly acquaint with that?"Those questions essential be at the organize of no matter which written about UFOs.But reading Kevin Randle's cop on the recent Roswell Celebration, one recognizes that "ufology" no longer is a research code name but, incredible, has assemble a sports car for companionship and extroverted interaction: a milieu of misleading company and stupid emotional spur.The questions posed by William Shawn are not personality of the UFO oeuvre, if they regularly were.And that UFO buffs would effort their pained wives to such lack of common sense -- as the Roswell Celebration or to a Socorro site, as David Rudiak did, is instigate for wedded strictness, at smallest."Anything fools these mortals be"....as Shakespeare facts in his MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S Fantasize.RR

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