#Project Bluebook

[usnatarchives]

Are they out there? 👽🛸

They are out there, or so we’ve often wondered. A mystery spanning decades, UFOs have captured the imaginations of skeptics and believers alike.

The subject matter feels like it’s ripped straight from a sci-fi movie, but it’s real and documented, buried deep within the vaults of the U.S. National Archives, under the moniker Project Blue Book.

Launched in 1952, Project Blue Book was a systematic study of unidentified flying object (UFO) reports conducted by the United States Air Force. Its mission was simple yet profound: investigate sightings of unidentified flying objects to determine their impact on national security.

Over a period of 17 years, Project Blue Book compiled reports of 12,1618 UFO sightings or related events. Their conclusion in 1969 was rated anticlimactic. The official stance? No UFO reported, investigated, and evaluated by the Air Force was an indication of threat to our national security.

Will we ever know if “they” are truly out there? The answer might not be evident but that doesn’t mean you can’t hunt for clues in our Catalog!

Further Reading:

Project BLUE BOOK - Unidentified Flying Objects

Do Records Show Proof of UFOs?

Featured Document Display: 50 Years Ago: Government Stops Investigating UFOs

The Roswell Reports: What crashed in the desert?

[jingszo]

Project Bluebook Artifacts, 1952–1969

Other title:"Project Bluebook" Artifacts Case Files On Sightings Of Unidentified Flying Objects, June 1947-Dec. 1969

Creator: Department of Defense. Department of the Air Force. Air Force Systems Command. Foreign Technology Division. Project Blue Book Office. (7/1/1961 - 12/17/1969) (Most Recent)

[winniethewife]

If you'd have stuck around

(Nathan Bateman x GN!reader)

Prompt: I waited for you

Words: 709

Warnings: Angst, No happy ending,

A/N: For my Event Nine weeks in hell and Angstember

They had waited, nearly a month to hear from him again. Nathan Bateman was not an easy man to get a hold of, even for his supposed girlfriend.  In such a short period they had gone from meeting him through a networking event, to visiting his remote strange home on the weekends, to not hearing from him. At first they was worried about him, not hearing from him for days at a time. Then they started to question what they had done wrong, trying to figure out why he wouldn’t talk to them. But at some point they stopped trying, their daily good morning and good night texts started to dwindle, and eventually their random “I miss you” and “I saw this and thought of you” texts were not around as frequent.  Finally they just snapped. They stopped caring if he would get back to them, if he couldn’t find time for them, they wouldn’t make time for him.

So when he showed up at their front door with a box of chocolates and a bunch of flowers, they felt entirely numb.

“Hey Angel face. I missed you.” He gave them a big grin. They gave him a deadpan glare that chilled him to the core.

“Nathan.” They said coldly. His smile faltered. 

“What no ‘Hey baby’ No ‘My Darling’?” he asked with a laugh. They rolled their eyes and walked inside, there wasn’t a point in trying to toss him out, he would just follow them in anyway.

“No I usually reserve pet names for people who talk to me on a regular basis.”  Their voice filled with venom.

“Whoa, what’s with the cold reaction, have a bad day?” Nathan said, as if clueless to how he had wronged them.

“Are you fucking joking Nathan? It’s been two months since I last saw you, and a month since we last talked.” They turned and looked at him, he swore he had never seen them so mad.

“Well I got busy, you know how it can be angel.” He cooed taking a step closer to them. They held up their hand.

“Don’t call me that. Don’t fucking pretend this is fine, that this is normal? I waited Nathan, I waited for you to return my calls, to text me back. And there was nothing. No word, no nothing. What was I supposed to think? That you died? That you started to rot in that isolated hellhole you call a home? And you have the audacity to show up thinking that flowers and chocolate can fix that?” as they spoke their volume increased, they was beyond mad, they was beyond furious, they was livid. Nathan looked at them shocked.

“I…I’m sorry…Babe I had…I just.” He stuttered, he wasn’t sure what to say.

“No, you don’t get to be sorry, you don’t get to apologize and find Narcissistic satisfaction in this shit. You just need to live with the fact that you just lost the one person who cared, the one person who gave a damn about you beyond the money, beyond Bluebook, beyond your stupid IQ points. You lost me and there is nothing  you can do to-”

Beeep! Beep! Beep! Beeep! Beep! Beep! Beeep!

They opened their eyes, it was all a dream. They rolled over to swipe the alarm off. They felt the familiar feeling of wet tears they had cried in their sleep. They sat up in bed and checked their messages. Still nothing from Nathan. Just the last messages they had sent. Looking back at them tauntingly 

Sent: I wish I knew if we talked for the last time. I would have told you I love you more. I don't think I got to say it enough Sent: I would have stayed up later that last night, to talk to you Sent: I wanna work on more of our project, but it feels weird without you. Sent: I want to hear your voice again. Sent: I wanna watch movies with you Sent: I really fuckin miss you. Sent: Please come back soon

They sighed and typed out a message.

Sent: I waited for you

The BlueBook account you have contacted is not in service, or temporarily disconnected.

He was gone.

And they were left with nothing, but a dead number, and a broken heart.

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Masterlist

Taglist: : @silvernight-m @queerponcho @boredzillenial

[blogparanormalexpresso2stuff]

The Hill Alien Abduction: Barney and Betty Hill's Horrific Extraterrestrial Encounter | Documentary

Barney and Betty Hill claim to have been abducted by Aliens in the 1960s. Their harrowing ET abduction experience featured sightings of UFOs, extraterrestrials, and even attracted the attention of the U.S. military being categorized as one of the cases investigated by Project Bluebook.

[jonny-be-gewd]

Project Bluebook - S2E07, "Curse of the Skinwalker"

[horsesarecreatures]

Feeling the end of summer blues this week. 😔 The weather is cold and school work is piling up. I have 4 writing projects this semester, all ranging from 10-35 pages. I don't even mind the writing and researching itself, but I hate doing Bluebook citations. It's so tedious and convoluted compared to MLA and APA. It often takes longer to do the citations than write whatever it is.

[mander3-swish]

Here's a story slash book rec slash movie/tv show recs :)

So I eagerly got my hands on @jocarthage's pro-fic Nuclear Sunrise and zoomed through reading it (need to read it again! and I do recommend checking it out if you're able). It's set at the end of 1951 and involves a project where they are developing plutonium. And a whole bunch of other intriguing stuff is going on *no spoilers!* but like the hot springs tubs? so neat! Once I re-read, I'll try to do a proper spoilery gush :)

And then I started watching Fellow Travelers. And I was so happy for the historical context that Nuclear Sunrise provided into the blue envelopes people were getting when they were under suspicion and investigation on Fellow Travelers. I found it to be kismet that one sort of led into the other, 'forgotten' queer history-wise. (and Matt Bomer and Jonathan Bailey were perfection)

And then I started the Cat Sebastian audiobook We Could Be So Good. This is set at end of the 50's/early 60's, so the previous book and show provided context as the situation was really not any better. And then in the book they bring up the historic 1963 March on Washington - at least I think that was what was being referred to - like I said, audiobook. One of the characters attends as a reporter and comes back and mentions Rustin and his queerness being an open secret. So then, of course, I had to go and watch Rustin on Netflix last night to gain all of that context.

Isn't it so neat how all these different avenues of media end up being connected?

It also just all makes me want to rewatch Project Blue Book (set in '52/'53), to tie it all back to UFOs. (PS, has anyone written a Malex project bluebook AU?)

[autisticangus]

oughghhg i am. so excited for the next LPOTL series it HAS to be aliens like i am really banking on a fucking 4+ part Project Bluebook series i swear to god if its another "marcus talking abt shovels" series tho ill lOSE MY MIND i wanna hear henry go off the rails abt aliens and not to mention how much of a skeptic ed is on aliens specifically i wanna hear him trapped in alien conspiracy theory hell for like 2 full months

[pandorias-box]

Offscreen Post

Examination

//tws for: unethical experimentation + medical procedures, dehumanization and blood

This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go.

If anything, the head of the Task Force wanted to be discrete with everything regarding the UB and the nonhuman. But, the higher ups insisted they needed more information. Simple anecdotes about the subject’s life wasn’t enough. This… thing, whatever it was, could be lying and in turn obstructing the truth about what it was doing on this planet to begin with.

Everyone within this Arc-damned organization had secrets to hide, but regardless they trusted nobody but themselves. Only they could handle the truth even though evidence was plentiful about the subject. Except, well, anyone could fabricate such things just to draw the attention and ire of others. How could one be so sure that there are beings from other worlds? Has there really been any proof? Is there just some broader conspiracy?

There wasn’t. The Alola incident was so well documented that even those who were unfamiliar with what Ultra Beasts or Ultra Wormholes were soon became acquainted with them. What was once held as fiction was now fact. Humanity wasn’t alone.

And they had to prepare for anything that could potentially pose a threat to all existence.

Such self-righteous pricks thinking that doing testing on an unconscious individual is for the greater good. It made her sick to her stomach watching them poke and prod at her like she was some Politoed being dissected for a science project. But she gave the order. She gave the ok to go through with this even after speaking to the subject and trying to garner its her trust. This was her fault. Blood was on her hands.

Unnatural, caesious blood that was transferred into small tubules for further inspection. Those who were in the room where the procedure was happening were wearing hazmat suits like the subject was diseased or radioactive. It She was of Ultra Space, after all. The woman was all too familiar with the side effects of prolonged exposure to extradimensional particles. That very thing caused her to climb the ranks and become head of this very specific Task Force, after all.

Another person then stepped into the room next to her, watching the procedure happen behind a wall of glass.

“To think we’re the first and only people to see an alien autopsy.” They mused. The woman ignored their comment.

“You shouldn’t feel bad, A. You did what you had to do. Now we have the knowledge and understanding to-“

“Cut it, Bluebook.” She snapped unexpectedly. The person took a few steps back and jokingly raised their arms.

“Easy, now. I was just making an astute observation on the progress we’ve been making here. I should have figured we do this specimen here before we did the UB, but plans were complicated. By you.” They retorted.

“And this ‘specimen’ is a person. Albeit, one that isn’t human. If what we can surmise from her is true, then maybe we can call off the operation.”

Bluebook scoffed.

“Look at you, A. Sympathizing with an invader. I should’ve known you two are kindred spirits since you’re also-.”

A returned their statement with a glare that could paralyze someone, much like the move. The audacity of someone within the selfsame Task Force to talk to her like this. She was a commanding officer. Although, before her arrival, the position would’ve gone to Bluebook. There was always tension between the two and they never agreed on how to go on with missions regarding UB containment.

A said it was best to keep them alive and return them from where they came from. Bluebook had other intentions. The agreement of preservation and elimination of such creatures was tentative initially but then it stuck. As for why, that was a story for another day.

Her attention was still on the subject Pandoria even with their interruption and commentary on some of the findings they’d “discovered”. A already knew some of these factoids because she got them from the source. Scientists and other personnel started to look at the results, seemingly amazed as what it displayed.

It She was a kind unrelated to anything found in the world. No genetic data showed up with any indications that a link or universal common ancestor existed in any of the regions. They should have expected it, but the uncanniness of something that wasn’t human looking so human was hard to shake off. If they were to find extraterrestrial life by now, they would have expected it to be some form of simple, microbial organism — not someone hailing from a civilization far more advanced than humanity.

They didn’t even have a name for whatever it she was.

Except A knew. She knew because once again, the very person that was so wary and distrustful of her gave away the information she needed just so that she could go home. Anyone would do that given the circumstances, but those above her insisted that keeping it her here was the safest option for all of them. That she could potentially be a threat and this was a front for something greater than anything they could have imagined — including the incident in Alola.

The scientists bickered amongst each other before A spoke the word that Pandoria told her. The name of her kin.

“Ultari. Her kind are known as Ultari.” She hesitated, speaking into the comms overhead within the enclosed space where she still lay. The word had no analogue in any language other than the alien tongue it hailed from.

Their kin were literally known as the “realm walkers”. Fitting for beings that could so easily travel between worlds and dimensions. And as Bluebook unceremoniously pointed out, their name reminded them of other preexisting alien species within media. A simply continued onward, growing increasingly with their colleague; even that was a stretch.

She hated being complicit in this, but she didn’t have a choice. The organization was quite literally all she had. Even though she was a skilled Trainer, it wasn’t enough. A gazed at their continuous examination, a hole in her heart opening up. More pieces of her placed under a microscope. More conductive analysis on how her body even functioned or what it was composed of. It was like they wanted to tear it her apart and rebuild her all over again just for the sake of having intel nobody else would. It sickened her.

But instead of taking the blame for all of this, A watched everything fall apart in front of her.

[milocelium]

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHY ALL THE PHOTOS ARE NO LONGER AVAILABLE????? https://www.popularmechanics.com/culture/g1902/here-are-some-ufo-photos-from-project-bluebook/

[whitepolaris]

Aerial Phenomena

Like so many other states, Florida has had its share of UFO sightings. Since the peninsula sticks out like a sore thumb, perhaps it makes a good target for space travelers, or perhaps they want to check out the Kennedy Space Center.

Gulf Breeze in Florida's panhandle has been one of America's hotbeds of UFO activity ever since a man named Ed Walters took some photographs of a strange craft there. Everybody flocked to Gulf Breeze for nightly UFO watches, and Ed published a book. UFO enthusiasts still go there, but some say the best place is Mosquito Lagoon on Florida's Atlantic coast, which is within federal land-management area of the Kennedy Space Center.

Since the late '50s, there have been numerous UFO sightings in this area, usually preceding a missile launch. One of the earliest occurred at night in 1967, when a couple of commercial fishermen from nearby Oak Hill observed a "glowing flying saucer moving slowly over the water." They said it was a greenish object that made a soft whirring noise. When it got too close for comfort, the fishermen decided it was time to leave the area. The strange object trailed slowly behind them for about a mile before veering off toward the east, where it vanished over the Atlantic Ocean.

One of Florida's best UFO sightings happened one evening in August 1952, when a scoutmaster in Belle Glade was driving a group of Boy Scouts home. Along the way, he noticed what looked like some lights in the woods. He pulled to the side of the road and told the boys to stay put while he checked out the lights. Armed with a machete and a flashlight, the scoutmaster went into the woods. The boys became worried after some time had passed and their scoutmaster had not returned. A deputy sheriff came along, and as the boys were explaining the situation, the scoutmaster stumbled out of the woods looking dazed and scared. He related how he had come upon a clearing in the woods, where he saw a disk-shaped metallic craft hovering just above the ground. He said the object shot a stream of hot spray at him that rendered him unconscious. When he came to, the craft was gone.

This case was investigated by Air Force Captain Edward Ruppelt, who was the head of Project Bluebook, then the official investigative agency for aerial phenomena. The investigation found that the grass and treetops in the clearing had been scorched by heat. An examination of the scoutmaster showed that his hat and arms had also suffered burns.

In March 1965, a hunter was deep in the Everglades when he came upon a cone-shaped craft. Thinking it was the earthly thing to do, the hunter waved a friendly greeting as he approached. However, the craft was not too friendly-the man was knocked down by an intense beam of light that allegedly rendered him unconscious for twenty-four hours.

Unidentified flying objects of just about every shape and size have been seen at one time or another in every county in Florida. The oldest account we could find was recorded in the 1871 journal of Josiah Wilcox, who wrote, "Coming down by Cedar Key we seen a big fire come down at night and sit on the shore of the island. We watched it [illegible] over the shallows for some length of time, I would say then minutes or better, then it shot like a gun straight up to the sky." That might make Mr. Wilcox Florida's first witness on record of a UFO.

In more years, reports of aerial phenomena in Florida have centered on sightings of a strange triangular craft. Between 1992 and 2004, there was a rash of flying-triangle sightings, with dozens of reports made to UFO organizations and an equal number to Internet sites dealing with anomalies. Witnsses also said they saw objects shaped like wedges, arrowheads, boomerangs, and even flying wings. Have space aliens relegated their old flying saucers to the galactic antique-vehicle museum and now travel in a newer model of spacecraft? Or could witnesses be observing a secret experimental craft of our own government? Whatever is the case, don't expect any solutions to this weirdness from either the space aliens or the government.

Fort Meyers Triangle, August 1998

I was wondering if anyone saw several flying triangle UFOs in Southwest Florida between midnight and two o'clock on the morning of August 24, 1998. We observed a large triangle-shaped craft flying over west Fort Myers that appeared to be glowing on the bottom side, and it was moving extremely slowly from the south to the north like it was following the Gulf coast. I know there must have been other people to see this thing, because it was very visible. It made no noise and was about the altitude of a small aircraft, but was not a plane. -Anonymous (Note: Several reports of this object were made to UFO organizations and local authorities during July and August in 1998.)

Air Force Sergeant Sees Triangle Near Pensacola, October 1999

We were at Fort Pickens State Park fishing when we saw a very odd airborne object approaching from the Gulf of Mexico. I've been in the air force for ten years in aviation maintenance, and I have no idea what this thing was. It was shaped like a triangle and moved at a rapid rate on an erratic course. It first approached the coast at an estimated 1,000-2,000 feet altitude before reversing its heading westward over the Gulf. Several times it just stopped in midair hovering like a chopper-but it wasn't a chopper. This was at night on 9 Oct. '99 between 2000 and 2100 hrs.

What was strange was it was lit by a strange bluish light that seemed to be arching around the object like static electricity or St. Elmo's fire, which is sometimes experienced on aircraft. At times, this glow appeared more yellowish or orange but would go back to bluish again. I noted an aircraft flying to the east of our location, and I'm sure it might have seen this time. At one point, the craft appeared to be headed toward the Pensacola navy base; then it went through this zigzag routine and veered westward again. Don't ask me what it was. I'm not prone to seeing UFOs, but if I was, I would say this must have been one. I know one thing-it was no military aircraft. -Tom K. Sgt., U.S.A.F.

[pea-gravel]

Project Bluebook!

I want a Leverage/Stargate crossover in which Parker, Hardison, Eliot, and Sophie all know about Stargate and all think they are the only ones who know.

Eliot is easy. He worked for them. He's been off world and has seen aliens up close. He doesn't want that danger anywhere near his team and, if they knew aliens were real, they would seek them out.

Parker, pre-Leverage, was once going to steal from a goa'uld. She's hidden away and safe, but sees the goa'uld change hosts or similar. It is one of the few times she walked away without her score. She still stole something, just not what she had gone for. She also neatly accepted that mind controlling snake monsters are real and that made her much more accepting of the impossible and, weirdly, less afraid in general. Nothing beats a mind controlling snake monster.

Hardison hacked his way into the mountain base while setting up in Portland. He didn't go in deep; he was just looking for something cute and Santa related for Parker. Instead, he found a mission report some idiot had sent in via email. The report had video. Brutal video. He watched. Three times. And then bought himself a new computer solely to hack deeper and figure out if what he saw was real or fake. It was real. He was thrilled--space ships and aliens were real! He was terrified--space ships and aliens were real and not very friendly. He wanted no part of that.

Sophie conned her way into a dinner with military officials. It wasn't even for a job. She was just bored and wanted to test out her skills. (Part of her also wanted to get caught. Part of her post-Nate was a bit self-destructive). She found a man fuming and lent a listening ear. With a bit of alcohol and a lot of pretending to know more than he did, she learned about the Stargate program. She locked that knowledge up deep, ready to wield it if ever needed.

And then, one day in New Orleans, SGC comes knocking for Eliot. It is one of the times that Hardison is home with them. Eliot is cooking and Hardison and Parker are teasing him in the kitchen. Harry is out. Breanna is working to undo a virus Hardison created for her as a challenge.

Then, say, Cameron Mitchell walks in. Eliot glances over from where he's cooking at the stove and says, "No. Turn around. Walk away."

Hardison has gone still. He remembers Cameron's face from the reports he read and watched. "How do you know Eliot?" he asks.

"We used to work together."

Hardison turns to Eliot, eyes wide. "Eliot?"

"Better question," Eliot says, turning off the heat. "How do you know Mitchell here?"

"Someone has to keep an eye on what the government is doing," Hardison vamps, part of him still hoping to end this conversation without Parker learning about the spaceships and aliens.

"Dammit Hardison."

By this time, Parker has hopped off the counter and walked up to Cameron to get a better read on him. She also nicks his wallet and firearm. "Catch," she calls to Eliot as she tosses the firearm to him.

"Parker!" Eliot chastises as he snatches the gun. "Don't throw firearms."

She shrugs. "I knew you'd catch it."

This is the first time Cameron has looked wrongfooted this entire time. "What?"

"Cameron Mitchell," Parker reads from his ID. "Airforce."

Cameron swipes it back from her. Parker lets him. As she turns, she catches Breanna's eye and gestures to her ear.

Breanna pulls out of the code she was working on and starts looking for any foreign frequencies to find out who is talking to Mitchell.

Sophie, who has been watching quietly this entire time and noting Cameron's military standing, takes into account his actual division and the ways Eliot and Hardison are acting and clearly talking around something. She decides to make a gamble.

"Does this have anything to do with the Stargate program?"

Eliot, Hardison, and Cameron all freeze and look at her.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Cameron says, "But how do you know about the Stargate program."

Sophie offers him a beatific smile. "People do talk--" she pauses and gives him a searching look "--commander is it? Interesting that the commander himself came to talk." She turns to Eliot. "This might be important."

Cameron spins to Eliot. "Did you tell her?"

Eliot crosses his arms. "I've not said anything."

Parker raises her hand. "What's the Stargate Program?

Hardison is the first to speak up. "It is a secret program that deals with threats from space."

"Like aliens?" Breanna asks, continuing to hack into Cameron's comms. She's surprised by the layers of protection.

"Yes."

"Okay," Breanna mutters. "Cool. So aliens are real."

Parker raises her hand again.

"You don't need to raise your hand, Parker," Eliot mutters into his hand.

"Are any of these aliens mind controlling snake monsters who like Egyptian antiquities?"

Now every eye is on her.

"Yes," Cameron says, stretching the word out. "How?"

Parker just hops back up onto the counter. "I stole from one."

"Did she just say she stole from one?" A woman's voice plays from Breanna's corner.

"So I've hacked their comms," Breanna says.

Cameron nearly growls in frustration. This was not how this was supposed to go.

"Why don't you invite the rest of your team in?" Sophie says. "Eliot, will we have enough food?"

Eliot rolls his eyes and turns back to the stove. He turns the heat back on and gives his dish a stir. "I was making enough for leftovers. We'll be fine."

"Who are you people?" Cameron asks. "I mean, I've read your files, but--"

"Oh, how did you like those?" Hardison asks. "Beauties, aren't they?"

"You forged your records?" Cameron asks, his tone flat.

Sophie touches his elbow and guides him to a seat. "When you've taken over a small country, darling, paperwork is child's play."

Cameron looks at her, sees she isn't lying, and laughs. "Okay. Fine." He calls his team in. They'll have dinner. And then they'll discuss saving the world.

[vomitnest]

been reflecting on my last psychotic break as well as some of the conspiracy theory bullshit from my youth which i gradually grew out of. this of course leads me to also contemplate the stuff that i haven't seemed to have entirely put behind me. it's interesting to sort of compare and contrast and see what stuck and what didn't. for some reason i feel like i need to sort it out. as if it will be good to have a better grip on what exactly i do and don't believe is real before my next episode unfolds. hopefully there won't be another one but i always think it's my last one until it's not. it doesn't seem one hundred percent preventable. and i'm not sure this will help. no harm, no foul i suppose.

anyway so when i'm having an episode my brain tries to figure out what the fuck is going on in the world to try to explain what appears to be happening with the people around me (and when i say people around me that includes basically everyone including people in the workplace, the store, the internet, the TV, the radio, the press.)

during this last episode my theory of what was going on was kind of a hodge podge of stuff all spun together which included a lot of the usual suspects: big finance, big media, big pharma, the fbi, the cia, the nsa, intelligence organizations, espionage, agent provocateurs, psyops, brainwashing, sleeper agents, mk-ultra, cointelpro, psychiatry in the military, mass surveillance, PMSC's, militias, misinformation, vigilantes, institutional gaslighting, gangstalking, targeted individuals, human trafficking, carceral psychiatry, medical kidnap, emergency custody orders, forced hospitalizations, institutionalization, detention centers, child protective services, public corruption, crooked judges, crooked cops, organized crime, street gangs, economic hitmen, corporate malfeasance, the church, the military, the press, operation mockingbird, operation paperclip, project bluebook, area 51, nato, tigerswan, skunkworks.

a lot of this stuff is probably not in actuality something that is very pervasive or experienced by very many people. mk-ultra, for example. or even human trafficking or medical kidnap. when i'm delusional it seems to be everywhere and i'm right in the middle of it all and it includes everyone and people are in on it and shit. it's really dark and bizarre. and i always seem to suspect that aliens fit into it somehow as well. fairly standard conspiracy theory stuff. with its own angle. but yeah i basically tried to fit everything into it that one might expect. even adrenochrome, the vatican, cults... but it's not like each part is of equal relevance or importance to the whole. some things are most likely just bizarre stuff happening on the fringes that don't have much to do with anything. hypothetically speaking, of course.

but i still have questions about it now. what is the crux of it all. what is happening essentially. in a nutshell. (as far as conspiracy stuff goes). and how much does the therapeutic state actually have to do with it. or "dark psychology" or psychiatry or "manufactured consent" or social engineering or mind-control. the science of predicting and controlling human behavior. spies. cons. psyops. secret societies. psychological warfare. those sorts of things seem like they might not be as pervasive as the more general problem of algorithms and mass media, bad politics, journalism, misinformation, talking heads...

again, this question: how much does the therapeutic state actually have to do with it.

to answer that, and to extrapolate a basic framework of what is happening in general, it probably helps to look at what sorts of people in particular are being oppressed. obviously mentally ill people and those who are labeled mentally ill aren't the only ones. it's much broader and more diverse, including poor and working class people, bipoc, lgbtq, leftists, religious minorities, etc.

so i don't know. psychiatry does have a horrific history and has demonstrated that it can be a powerful instrument of coercion and repression. for example the diagnosis of drapetomania. or the subproject 68 mk-ultra experiments in montreal. i do believe the therapeutic state is real, but that maybe it is just one aspect of many other equally important facets of the larger clusterfuck that is the military-industrial complex and beyond.

apparently, the way to deal with this is through concerted collective action. class struggle, specifically. not conscious consumerism, or clicktivism, or decalcifying the pineal gland, or boycotting amazon, or buying local, or eating organic, or any of that new age david icke reptilian bullshit. activating the chakras, drinking ayahuasca, doing yoga and meditation to escape the matrix. more often than not, the whole spiritual rigmarole is an ego trip. it's not enlightenment. it's no more helpful than virtue signaling. or driving an electric car. it doesn't make you more human or more soulful or free, much less pose any substantial challenge to the system or contribute anything of value to the plight of civilization in the grand scheme of things. if you want to be free, if you want to be more deeply human, if you want to contribute something of value to the real struggle, you have to get away from these entirely individualistic approaches. the garden variety "self-help" spiritual narcissism that's being peddled to people as a viable way out is an unfortunate distraction. there's nothing wrong with focusing on individual solutions as long as there is equal importance given to collective direct action. it will not help for people to try to beat the system as enlightened individuals "doing their part". whether that's conscious consumerism or personal wellness or going off the grid. or shamelessly blogging on tumblr about the weirdest shit ever because it feels like the right thing to do at the time. class consciousness and class struggle is the difference between real solutions and false consciousness.

[bluebookestimators]

BlueBook Estimators: Redefining the Construction Industry

Introduction

In the world of construction, accuracy and efficiency are paramount. Whether you're a seasoned contractor or a newcomer to the industry, having access to reliable cost estimation tools can make or break your projects. This is where BlueBook Estimators steps in, revolutionizing the way construction professionals estimate costs, manage projects, and streamline their operations. In this blog, we'll delve into the world of BlueBook Estimators and discover how they are reshaping the construction industry.

The Power of Accurate Cost Estimation

In construction, cost estimation is the foundation of any project. Accurate estimates are vital for budgeting, securing financing, and ultimately ensuring a project's profitability. BlueBook Estimators have developed a platform that provides construction professionals with a user-friendly interface to create precise cost estimates. Their database encompasses a vast array of materials, labor costs, and equipment rates, which can be customized to match specific project requirements. This feature enables contractors to:

Avoid overruns and cost discrepancies Increase their competitive advantage in the bidding process Secure better financing options Seamless Project Management

Effective project management is a cornerstone of successful construction projects. BlueBook Estimators empowers construction professionals to streamline project management through their all-in-one platform. From scheduling and budgeting to document management and team collaboration, the platform offers tools that make project management more efficient and transparent. Key features include:

Gantt charts for visual project scheduling Budget tracking and expense management File sharing and document storage Real-time communication and team collaboration By integrating these features into one platform, BlueBook Estimators simplify project management, saving time and ensuring projects stay on track.

Enhancing Communication and Collaboration

In the construction industry, effective communication is crucial. BlueBook Estimators recognized the need for improved collaboration between all stakeholders involved in a project, including contractors, subcontractors, architects, and owners. Their platform offers features like:

Instant messaging and notifications Secure document sharing Real-time updates on project progress Customizable access levels for different team members These communication tools facilitate collaboration, reduce misunderstandings, and ensure that everyone involved in the project stays informed and engaged.

The Future of Construction with BlueBook Estimators

As the construction industry continues to evolve, the importance of technology-driven solutions becomes increasingly apparent. BlueBook Estimators is at the forefront of this transformation, providing a platform that combines deep industry knowledge with the latest technological advancements. The company's commitment to improving cost estimation, project management, and communication is reshaping how construction professionals operate and has the potential to set new industry standards.

Conclusion

BlueBook Estimators is not just a software platform; it's a game-changer for the construction industry. By providing accurate cost estimation, streamlined project management, and enhanced communication tools, they are empowering construction professionals to work more efficiently, bid more competitively, and ultimately deliver successful projects. As the industry continues to evolve, BlueBook Estimators is poised to lead the way, transforming the construction landscape for the better.

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Random SG1 idea

100. When Senator Kinsey shows up in season one trying to pull his crap, it results in him and a bunch of people getting arrested for accessing and spilling classified military secrets, the SGC being "temporarily closed" project bluebook being closed on paper, and a new project is opened with a different name and all the bluebook personnel, same or different location.

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THE 'SUMMER OF LOVE' AND TEENAGE UFOLOGISTS

Aaahh, those were THE days! June 1967, in the so-called "Summer of Love". While the nation experienced "hippies" tripping on LSD, reeled from anti-war, civil rights protests and riots, UAPRO had joyfully united with Seattle's UFORC to arrange a "UFO Exhibition" at the Auburn (WA) Public Library. It ran for five days over a two-week period.

One of those days was June 24th which was the 20th anniversary of Kenneth Arnold's 1947 sighting of nine shiny metallic "saucers" flying in formation near Mt. Rainier. That officially began the modern UFO era, prompting the USAF to set up an investigation that was eventually renamed Project Bluebook.

Our library exhibition hosted five local UFO personalities or "experts" as speakers, with hundreds of news clippings, UFO photos, models, books, a slide show and some eerie early electronic music filling the large multi-purpose room. Hundreds came to see our exhibition. And that publicity carried over to a series of live talk-show appearances locally.