When I became aware that some miscreants were producing a TV series to be called Dark Matter, I was forced to regroup. This very day (note it in your diaries) a new, and possibly more apt, title came straight from the cosmos: Alien Affairs.
In honor of the event I have decided to offer another excerpt.
December 1960
President elect Kennedy said, “I’m not at all comfortable with this plan.”
“It’s gone too far to pull the plug now. How are you going to keep all those Cubans quiet?”
“Dammit, I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it. What else?”
Allen Dulles sucked on his pipe before continuing to brief the incoming president. “In 1947 a flying saucer crashed near Roswell, New México. We captured it and four aliens, three of which were already dead.”
Kennedy looked incredulous. “You’re serious. What happened to the fourth one?”
“It was put out of its misery but since then we’ve discovered from one of the artifacts found at the crash site that they were here to destroy us.”
“My God, why?”
“According to information found at the crash and deciphered several years later, they created the human race as some kind of experiment and they were simply finished with us. They intended to release some chemical agent that makes everybody sterile and in a generation we would go extinct.”
“And you believe this?”
“I don’t accept the idea that they created us but I have to take seriously the threat to annihilate us. The concern is, we don’t know if the sterilization agent is on the earth or possibly on the moon and can be released remotely, or if they are sending another squad to try again. My people say that the soonest they can get here again is 2016, that is unless they have a base on the moon.”
“Well, we damn well better get to the moon and find out.”
“Yes, Mr. President, we could use a little help with that.”
August 1974
The political turbulence of the summer of 1974 landed Gerald Ford in the Oval Office with a suddenness not seen previously in American History. After his appointment to the vice-presidency when Spiro Agnew resigned in disgrace, he had to wait only eight months for Richard Nixon to also resign under fire. The Director of the CIA, George Bush, had to scramble to bring the new president up to date on clandestine activities.
Near the end of one such briefing session Ford conceded, “We’re going to have to learn to live with Ho Chi Minh and put the whole thing behind us.”
“I’m afraid that is the prudent thing to do,” Bush said.
“There is something I’ve wanted to ask you since I took the oath of office.”
“What’s that?”
“What is the truth about UFOs?”
Bush rubbed his jaw and took a deep breath. “Mr. President, since the CIA has taken charge of the matter, that information is released on a need to know basis, and just being the president does not give you a need to know.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“I’m sorry.”
“What could possibly be so vital that it has to be kept secret even from the president?”
“Unless and until something happens that puts you in a need to know position, that must remain classified.”
Ford glared at Bush, dumbfounded.
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