The Truth Is Out There
To the Editor,
Regarding Christopher Weir's "Unidentified Light Reading" (Tucson Weekly, September 11): Weir calls Col. Philip Corso's The Day After Roswell a hallucination and a "yarn interwoven with illogic, inconsistency and outright balderdash." We interviewed Col. Corso, and his co-author William Birnes, in Roswell last July for our TV show UFOAZ. When asked why he came out with this book, Corso, (who happens to be 82 years old) claimed he was encouraged by his family to tell the truth of the matter, and he also states that he has not been harassed by the Army.
Weir points out Corso's credentials (member of President Eisenhower's National Security Council and former Head of the Foreign Technology Desk at the U.S. Army's Research and Development Department). These credentials do check out. So why would a comfortably retired, aging military lifer risk his impressive reputation and possible humiliation to his family to perpetrate a hoax? To sell a few books? To have a couple of laughs at the public's expense?
Or could it be that he was allowed--even encouraged--to write the book, carefully excluding hard evidence to allow for plausible denial? Is it possible that we are being given enough information to get us used to the idea that we have had long-term extraterrestrial visitation and interaction without the big announcement from Washington? Rather than the "Air Force taking a few swings," according to Weir's review, perhaps this is a carefully orchestrated movement to educate the public while maintaining a state of confusion by allowing conflicting reports to circulate. According to Birnes, "disinformation is lies that arrive on the wings of truth."
If one is serious about understanding the nature of the UFO phenomenon, there is a mountain of evidence, including military people, astronauts and thousands of photographs for starters. We have interviewed people from around the world involved in this field. (Believe it or not, this is not just an "American" phenomenon.) To many of these people, much of the U.S. population has--like Weir--their heads firmly buried in the sand.
Editor's Note: We agree. You humans are a stupid lot. It's taken us thousands of years and many different attempts at cross-cultural communication and the manipulation of what you consider "reality" to get it through your thick skulls, but we think we've finally hit on the right formula--deliberate media obfuscation! Only through cluttering your minds with millions of bits of contradictory trivia and cheesily faked photos, have we at last arrived at the brink of convincing mankind of The One Great Truth, namely that we, the house cats of the world, actually rule this planet. Hey, the Egyptians bought it, so why can't you modern-day dunderheads? Thier snacks were better, too.
To the Editor,
Regarding "Best Of Tucson" (Tucson Weekly, September 18): You missed the whole point of the Channel 4 billboards.
I mean, jeez, just take at look at those smiles! No normal human has teeth that bright.
All of the anchors (except me; I resisted) were abducted by aliens and underwent painful smile replacement surgery.
Rush hour commuters, mesmerized by the toothy dazzle, now scurry home, turn on their sets and stare mindlessly at the newscasts, making entries in their Nielson diaries.
Another Roadside Attraction
To the Editor,
As a happy explorer of such classics as Roadside America, Amazing America and Weird Wonderful America, I am pleased and delighted that your "Best of Tucson" (Tucson Weekly, September 18) has added some mystery and mystique to my own work, the Greyhound Bus Station mural. Although I am a serious professional artist, I am honored to be listed in the same category with the Farmer John Mural, and on the same page as "Glen Stone, Ax Murderer." (See the Roadside America web page, under "Mufflermen," for numerous other incarnations of Glen across the country.)
Now, for the non-mystery history of my mural: The main painting, on the Congress Street side, was completed (in daylight) in 1993. We had a real opening, with food and music. The piece was intended as a Phantom Mural, but it stuck. I call it "Far Away Places," after the popular song of the 1950s.
The mystery: Someone else (why didn't they hire me?) is adding to the mural, painting around the sides of the station. I don't get down there very often, but it does seem to be growing.
Thanks for the notice. I'm glad you enjoyed my work.
Editor's Note: See next week's letters page for a complete listing of errors, misconceptions and updates from our "Best Of Tucson" issue.
To the Editor,
I came down from Boston for just a one-week visit wondering why anyone would have come to the middle of a desert and started covering it up.
I got a library card and bought a used three-speed bike and soon discovered Mary Austin, Rillito River Park, C.L. Sonnichen, the Loft Cinema, the Third Street bicycle route, Coffee Etc., etc.
Well, it's four weeks I'm here already, and I'm still working my way through "Best of Tucson" (Tucson Weekly, September 18). Great job!
So, how do I like Tucson? I'll let you know when it's finished.
Beast Of Tucson
To the Editor,
Gosh! After being in business in Tucson for 20 years, I finally got a mention in your annual "Best of Tucson" (and what a mention it was--"I scream, you scream, we all scream...."). Makes me wonder how I was able to survive so long without you.
In view of said mention, I wonder if you'll forgive me for having a kind of Philip K. Dick-like sense of paranoia about the rather sinister-looking cover art that went with your issue. Could that fearsome beast possibly have been a symbolic caricature of yours truly?
If that were the case, I'd have only one more thing to say: Made it, Ma! Top of the world!
Owner, Mad Hatter Books
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