{"id":192,"date":"2006-09-10T16:19:13","date_gmt":"2006-09-10T20:19:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/oddempire.org\/weblog\/?p=192"},"modified":"2017-11-28T17:47:19","modified_gmt":"2017-11-28T21:47:19","slug":"57-things-that-are-wrong-with-ufology","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oddempire.com\/weblog\/2006\/09\/10\/57-things-that-are-wrong-with-ufology\/","title":{"rendered":"57 things that are wrong with ufology"},"content":{"rendered":"

From Aliens Ate My Buick<\/a><\/p>\n

LET us go then, you and I, <\/span>
\n<\/span>When the evening is spread out against the sky <\/span>
\n<\/span>Like a patient etherised upon a table; <\/span>
\n<\/span>Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, <\/span>
\n<\/span>The muttering retreats <\/span>
\n<\/span>Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels <\/span>
\n<\/span>And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: <\/span>
\n<\/span>Streets that follow like a tedious argument <\/span>
\n<\/span>Of insidious intent <\/span>
\n<\/span>To lead you to an overwhelming question \u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00c2\u00a6 <\/span>
\n<\/span>Oh, do not ask, \u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00c5\u201cWhat is it?\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00c2\u009d <\/span>
\n<\/span>Let us go and make our visit. <\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>In the room the women come and go <\/span>
\n<\/span>Talking of Michelangelo. <\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

– T. S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”<\/span><\/p>\n

I imagine there are those who would take issue with me beginning a diatribe about what’s wrong with ufology with Eliot’s “Prufrock,” but I do not think it is ill-placed. Prufrock, to me, has always conjured images of that which is growing old and tired, frayed around the edges. As for the women “who come and go, talking of Michelangelo,” this calls to mind the posturing, the slick soundbytes, the rhetoric, all employed in ufology to support the unreasonable.<\/p>\n

What do I think is wrong with ufology?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n


\n<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

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