Kevin Randle’s Moby Dick
Roswell is Kevin Randle’s “white whale.”
I don’t know where else, besides Kevin Randle’s blog (and here as a reaction to Kevin’s blog), Roswell is still a topic for discussion.
Roswell was near death before the alien slides fiasco blossomed and then died, taking with it Roswell as a matter for constrained ufological minds.
Roswell is a fantasy, but Mr. Randle and his lackeys continue their dogged pursuit of the alleged incident; it’s their nemesis, but they, like Ahab and his crew, don’t know that.
Ufology and UFOs are moribund subjects among cognoscenti and even amongst the impoverished few who think the phenomenon still has some substantive value.
Mr. Randle can’t let it go, and a few of his minions cannot either.
Roswell is as and had been as elusive as Ahab’s prey.
The hope that UFOs and ufology will be captured by an ongoing hunt of missing clues or something magical happening with Roswell.
No one can remove such autistic persons from their obsessional belief or desire, and believe me, some have tried, mightily.
The current fixation is the Ramey memo, pictured in news stories from the supposed 1947 event.
A small group of persons are performing analyses on the news photos, an effort undertaken, rather thoroughly, by David Rudiak years ago.
The new parties are hoping to employ the computer program that clarified the mummy placard that sunk the Roswell alien slide pretense.
Let’s suppose that the memo is deciphered to the point that it suggests something “alien” was the progenitor of the Roswell incident. That would be something remarkable and would re-light the Roswell episode and ufology with it.
But does it seem likely that the Ramey memo will do that?
No. What will happen is that the memo will be cleaned up to show something like the mummy placard: a prosaic reference to a collection of balloon debris or suggestions to quell the nonsense before what really happened would surface – a military accident of some kind.
At this late date, it would take monumental effort to get the government to admit that an extraterrestrial craft came down near Roswell and exuded bodies of alien hominids, if such a thing actually happened.
And it would also take a daunting effort to get the government to admit to a serious military accident of some kind.
No matter what, the Ramey memo will not be the salvation of an ET Roswell event, nor will it resurrect ufology, which is on life-support.
And the ongoing, sometimes shrill debate about Roswell, indicates a sign of desperation bolstered by fantasy-thinking: the pursuit of a enigma that has destroyed and will destroy, further, those who keep pursuing the damn thing.
It should stop, but won’t, because the Roswellian believers would have to do something worthwhile with their lives, and they are too deeply entrapped by their delusional stance to work themselves free of their Moby Dick.