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SNAKE OIL
By Doctor What
Chapter Nineteen
I have enough money to last me the rest of my life, unless I buy something. ~ Jackie Mason
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http://the-lytasian-truth.blogspot.com/
The weblog of a disgruntled and unappreciated STUDENT oN the worldwide LYTASIAN Conspiracy
Friday, March 17, 2017
The Never-Ending Battle Continues – Part 15
Well – another sad day.
I’ve had this blog for over a month now and have just reached the 25,000 hit mark.
I’ve spent literally days trawling the net looking for evidence, hunting down any clue, and examining every second of footage of film of the Lytasians.
I’ve posted links galore, uploaded god knows how many video and audio clips, answered thousands of e-mails.
And what do I have to show for it?
A mere handful of visitors who agree with me and open mocking by 99% of the rest.
I knew that my views would be unappreciated (says so right on the label!) and that it would be an uphill battle but I didn’t think it was going to be this difficult.
And it’s not like I’m the only one who has expressed some reservations about the Lytasians. Hell—there’s even a few politicians who are bitching about them!
Ok—is it the level of ‘paranoia’, as one of my readers suggested?
All the politicians are squawking about how all the technology is causing the markets to go batshit insane, all the political junkies keep yelling about what’s going to happen now that China has pulled out of the UN, all the environmentalists are complaining about how the Lytasians are destroying ‘pristine’ planets and moons because of us, the entertainment freaks are complaining about how the Lytasians are slowly stealing all the good entertainers (and yes—I’m looking forward to Jon Stewart’s show next week from Mars orbit) – but there’s only a handful of us that seem to be talking about the price that we’ve paid.
What exactly is going on? What did our so-called leaders agree to? What will be the reckoning? What surprises can we expect? Why are none of these questions being asked as often in public as they should?
I’m tired.
Yes—I knew that getting involved in this was going to be tough.
But I figured I’ll get a LOT more positive responses than I ended up with.
But being a truth seeker is never popular, I guess.
Still—need to keep plugging away and hope that eventually more people wake up, don’t I?
In any case – have yet another slew of links to show you.
Up first – a clip from Bob’s appearance on Jon Stewart
And now – a clip from Bob’s interview on CNN
And lastly – an article from Scientific America on some basic biological information on the Lytasians.
Notice something odd in the clips?
Note this relevant bit from the Scientific America article:
....the most fascinating aspect of the Lytasians are the ‘antennae’. Like many creatures on Earth, these ‘antennae’ are highly sensitive sensory organs, although the exact nature of what they sense and how they sense it is not very clear. Functions may include sensing touch, air motion, heat, vibration (sound), and possibly even olfaction (smell) or gustation (taste). However, they also seem to be linked with heightened emotional states, given that several Lytasians have admitted to this researcher and others that the antennae or nijol (as they refer to them) behave somewhat like human pupils in reactions to physical stress…
“Physical stress”.
Hmmmmm…
Now look at those clips again?
Notice how Bob’s antennae get all blurry when he’s thrown a question he has trouble answering or wasn’t expecting? Notice how blurry they get when he’s uncomfortable answering a question or ‘confused about the question’?
I wonder how they will react if we had some reporters give them some truly ballsy questions? Some questions to truly confront them? To pin them down and get the truth from them?
Oh sure, I know what you’re going to say – These are aliens who still have trouble understanding our language! They come from a completely different culture than us! Of course they’re going to have a few problems understanding certain questions! What of it?
What of it indeed?
Well—maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it truly is – as you say – merely ‘cultural confusion’ of some kind.
Maybe the Lytasians have nothing but good intentions for us. Maybe all the stories about them being altruistic and nice and kissing babies and little puppies and all that other stuff is true.
If so – why is it that our politicians still not coming clean about what exactly where the prices for the tech we received?
And don’t give me that crap about how we are ‘assisting’ the Lytasians. C’mon – not even the politicians are pushing that line anymore!
In any case, it’s getting late and I have to call it a night.
Later people!
The Truth is Out There!
Travis O'Rear
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Travis leaned back and stretched, feeling a few vertebrae in his back pop.
Grabbing the half empty bottle of beer off the desk, he walked down the hallway and over to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich.
As he did so, his elbow knocked over the pile of letters that had been piling up there for the last few weeks. They spilled to the floor, staining themselves on the dirt and dust that had accumulated on the less than pristine wooden floor.
One letter – stamped FIRST NOTICE ACADEMIC SUSPENSION in red ink – slid across the floor and under the sofa.
Travis slapped some luncheon meat of dubious quality onto some bread of even more dubious quality and walked back to the bedroom.
With a grunt, he sat down at the desk.
Maybe I should respond to some e-mails?
He scanned through the long list.
Hmmm…only 27 spam messages today…they’re slipping. Ok—another one from that ‘EvolvedLupine’ guy. I think he’s the only one who truly believes me. Oh good – he got me some scans of those newspapers I asked him for! Good!
Hmmm…12 messages calling me a nut…one from another alien religious freak…let’s see...is this one from the Raëlians or from the Unarians…Oh God! Another one from that Isaac guy of the Lytasians’ Companions…God—at least he’s not as nuts as that girlfriend of his… Jackie whatever…fuck she’s a scary bitch…Mmmmm…uh-huh…yadda yadda blasphemy yadda yadda corrupting the ideals of the Lytasians yadda yadda open your heart and you’ll be enlightened yadda yadda yadda operators are standing by yadda yadda –and delete!
Travis looked over the list of e-mails that had survived deletion.
Should I even bother responding?
Travis sat there for a very long moment, contemplating this decision.
He drained the last of his beer and resumed staring at the screen.
What the hell am I doing?
You honestly think that you’re accomplishing anything, dude?
You’re failing your courses, you’re becoming a slob and if anything, you’ve become even more bitter and cynical and angry about the world.
A month of work and all you have to show for it is a handful of fans scattered across the country and abuse from hundreds, if not thousands, of others.
Why am I even doing this?
Travis continued staring at the computer screen, a dozen thoughts fighting for control.
That’s it—I give up.
I’m tired of all this.
I want my old life back.
Yes—the old life was that of a computer nerd with no life hanging out on some weird websites and forums –but at least I had friends! Ok—half of them were online friends—but still!
It’s Friday night.
Ok—that’s it.
If you’ve got nothing to show for it by tomorrow morning—you’ll end this once and for all and try to get your life back on track.
Yeah—that’s it!
Travis took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Yeah—that’s the plan—reach over and shut the damn computer off no-
BEEP!
Huh?
Another e-mail?
Bet its spam or another alien lover yelling at me or some person calling me a nut…
Ok—open this up and get it over with…
Date:
Fri March 17, 2017 11:58:24
I do not know why you persist in believing in the existence of these so-called ‘aliens’ but I am a firm believer in your hypothesis that there is more to this than meets the eye and that a massive conspiracy is underway to hide the TRUTH!
Fortunately I have a variety of means and avenues available to me that are not available to you.
I have information – information that will be of great use to you.
However—I am skeptical of the security – or more precisely – lack of security – on e-mails.
And this information cannot be allowed to fall into the wrong hands.
Now I understand if you believe me to be insane – ha! The stories I can tell!
I can understand if you’re frightened to meet me in person – after all, I could be a crazed serial killer for all you know.
Then again –for all I know—so can you.
There is a way to satisfy all our concerns.
Meet me at the Greyhound Bus terminal on Monday at 11 AM.
You’ll be wearing an X-Files t-shirt.
I know that you almost certainly have one somewhere – all of us truthseekers have one, right?
I will be wearing a New York Mets baseball cap.
I doubt that there will be very many people wearing New York Mets baseball caps in downtown Waco, eh?
The exchange of information will occur in public.
Come alone.
If you agree to this, simply respond within the next 6 hours of the timestamp on this e-mail.
Do NOT quote this e-mail.
Instead – respond to my e-mail address with a blank e-mail.
In the subject line put in ‘Rosacrusians’.
-ElevenEleven
Travis stared in shock and confusion at the e-mail.
This HAS to be some stupid joke. Some asshole is fucking with me.
But…
If he actually has information…real information…
And it’s not like the bus station is out of the way…it’s downtown…and I do have a bunch of stuff to do downtown on Monday anyway…
And it will be in public…
But I made a promise!
I’m quitting this!
No more!
Still…I suppose I COULD wait until Monday morning instead of tomorrow morning…
Unless of course…this guy is a nut…or some idiot screwing with me…
Travis hesitated, his finger hovering over the respond button.
After what seemed like eons, he took a deep breath.
And hit the respond button…
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