Posted on 01/03/2013 6:36:29 PM PST by BenLurkin
Prime Minister Dmitry Medvedev’s off-air comments that Russian Presidents are given a secret file about extraterrestrials living among us created much media interest. Most news reports claimed that Medvedev was simply joking. His apparent reference to the Men In Black movie as a source of information on a super secret agency that monitors extraterrestrials on Earth was commonly cited as key evidence that he was in fact joking. The reasoning is that no political leader would refer reporters to a comedy to clarify national policy. It has now emerged that Medvedev was not referring to the Men in Black comedy after all, but to a recent Russian television documentary titled “Men in Black” that reveals many details about an extensive cover up of extraterrestrial life visiting Earth.
However, a more accurate translation of what Medvedev actually said about the Men in Black phenomenon was: “You can receive more detailed information having watched the documentary film of the same name.” So Medvedev was referring to a Russian “documentary film” titled Men in Black, not the Hollywood blockbuster by the same name...
Russian Men In Black (MIB) documentary, a number of prominent UFO cases in Russia and the USA are discussed. The Roswell UFO crash is covered, along with a number of extraterrestrial abduction cases, and UFOs disabling nuclear weapons facilities. The documentary examines testimony that extraterrestrial bases have been established on Earth, and that some are in restricted US military areas with the full knowledge of the Pentagon. The documentary even goes on to seriously discuss President Eisenhower’s alleged meeting with extraterrestrials, where agreements were reached with some of the visitors giving them permission to take some of the Earth’s resources in exchange for advanced technology...
(Excerpt) Read more at exopolitics.org ...
I have done what I can do. I don't even know where she is hospitalized but I put your description in an urgent email to her sisters (both college age).
I know about aortic aneurysms, my father had one that was repaired in time, but could have been a real mess. Since I haven't been part of this group long, can you tell me the source of your medical knowledge? I decided to pass the word before finding this out, but will share that with them as well if they don't move quickly.
Maybe, wouldn’t be the first time old tech has been used to do stuff because newer tech can’t read/see it.
One of my FRiends kids tell her to call me when they have unanswerable questions, because "nully knows everything".
Where I got that particular nugget, I couldn't say. Perhaps in a popular magazine, perhaps in one of 60Gunner's tales from the ER.*
Anyway, it's what pops to mind.
I've learned to go with what pops to mind. One of my friends called me in a panic because her cat just had kittens and she couldn't find them. What popped to mind was a lyric from a song (I hate cats). So I told her: in your bedroom, in the closet, on the left hand side, on the floor, on your husband's pants.
That's exactly where they where.
She says, "HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT???", I replied, "How did you know to call me?"...
Anyway, maybe it's something more benign, but I'd at least check, it's cheap insurance, and as I said I am kinda flukey that way.
*We are way overdue for another tale from the ER...
Busdaddy had “an enlarged heart,” according to his doctor, but was never referred to a cardiologist. He kept having some strange symptoms, and researched them on the ‘net; the conclusion was “heart failure,” and he was sure he was dying.
Of course, he was frightened out of his skin, not to mention what it did to me. He even set about “sorting” his things in the event that he did die.
Finally, one night, he wasn’t feeling “right” and went to a QuikCare facility. They drew arterial blood, called an ambulance and he was admitted to the hospital. His “heart failure” was actually an aortic aneurism 8cm across. He was kept in the hospital for a week while the cardiologists decided how best to operate.
He was told, after surgery, that even if he had been on the operating table, with his chest open, and that aneurism had burst, they couldn’t have saved him.
Horror story, maybe. He is alive to talk about it, but only because he was sick and tired of feeling sick and tired.
To err on the side of caution is often noble, but it can be deadly. Help your friend in any way you can!
That one is so much nicer than the first one! And just for me! THANKS! LOL!
I told first and asked credentials later. The credentials don’t matter, but if N&V had said he was ER trained or something I’d have shot that little tidbit over.
Maybe the doctors will say they checked that out already. Maybe they’ll say this or that symptom rules out an aortic problem.
Maybe they’re dead wrong. My daughter came back from Ghana, Africa having been diagnosed over there with malaria. Over here they told her she had never had malaria, she had had intestinal parasites but they were gone now. But she kept having strange symptoms that nobody could explain.
A year later and tired of not getting better she went to our old country doctor in PA who poked her in the abdomen and watched her yell. He told her the parasites weren’t gone. He then started her on a treatment that got rid of them.
New York doctors aren’t all they are cracked up to be.
Intestinal parasites. You just never know where lawyers will turn up.
I have a little camera symbol to the left of my Tab key. I suspect that, if I punched, something would take my picture. I’ll try it ...
Nope, it just pulled up the archived pictures. Too bad, you could have seen my new blue blouse (from the Dress Barn clearance rack) and matching earrings.
Yes. Exactly.
This is one I'd be just as happy to be wrong about.
Another round hit and we bent over the dying boy. Gu’s face was only a few centimeters from mine. There was sweat pouring down his forehead. Even in the dim light of one paraffin lantern, I could see that he was shaking and pale. He looked at the patient, then at the doorway, then at me, and suddenly he said, “Don’t worry, everything’s going to be all right.” Now, this is a man who has never said a positive thing in his life. Gu was a worrier, a neurotic curmudgeon. If he had a headache, it was a brain tumor; if it looked like rain, this year’s harvest was ruined. This was his way of controlling the situation, his lifelong strategy for always coming out ahead. Now, when reality looked more dire than any of his fatalistic predictions, he had no choice but to turn tail and charge in the opposite direction. “Don’t worry, everything’s going to be all right.” For the first time everything turned out as he predicted. The Russians never crossed the river and we even managed to save our patient.For years afterward I would tease him about what it took to pry out a little ray of sunshine, and he would always respond that it would take a hell of a lot worse to get him to do it again. Now we were old men, and something worse was about to happen. It was right after he asked me if I was armed. “No,” I said, “why should I be?” There was a brief silence, I’m sure other ears were listening. “Don’t worry,” he said, “everything’s going to be all right.” That was when I realized that this was not an isolated outbreak.
I ended the call and quickly placed another to my daughter in Guangzhou. Her husband worked for China Telecom and spent at least one week of every month abroad. I told her it would be a good idea to accompany him the next time he left and that she should take my granddaughter and stay for as long as they could. I didn’t have time to explain; my signal was jammed just as the first helicopter appeared. The last thing I managed to say to her was “Don’t worry, everything’s going to be all right.”
The mailing from the electric company was done in what one would think was a mass mailing. Much paper contained therein and fine paper it was. This is the contents of the letter from the electric company (paraphrased). Congratulations homeowner. You have exceeded your green energy use. Contained herein are methods for you to reduce your carbon footprint. Keep up the good work and work to reduce your carbon footprint!
I think I'll call the electric company and ask them how many trees they killed to produce this mass mailing? I pay the electric company to chew me out for (according to them) am not green enough? Next will be receiving a letter saying .... we can cancel your electricity and since we have a monopoly on electric production, your butt belongs to us. AHHHHGGGHHHH!
Afternoon, epople. Sunny and 52 ... I’ve removed my coat, but I’m still wearing leggings, skirt, blouse, sweater, scarf, gloves ...
In a few minutes, I have to go pick up Bill at school and then Elen and Addie at driver’s ed. (Addie isn’t mine, just a carpool.)
DP’s truck has been retrieved from Limbo, SC, and is now at a body shop in Monroe, our very own county seat. We’re told it will be repaired eventually, hopefully before one of us leaves Bill afoot.
LOL!
I love finding earrings (and shoes and a bag) that match the skirt/slacks that a found a couple of rows over from the perfect match in a blouse or pullover!
My SIL in Mesa AZ is always amazed at what I find when we hit the thrift stores. My favorite place to shop! :o]
I missed something? Der Prinz crashed his truck? Ohnoes!
“DP’s truck has been retrieved from Limbo”
Retrieving things from Limbo is difficult and frustrating.
How did you manage?
I'd rather be wrong about mine than wrong about yours. I was thinking brain tumor. Yours is very operable as long as you move quickly enough.
My dad never even seemed to mind the teflon they put in behind his stomach. He was pretty spunky (well, spunky for an overweight senior) for a while before his brain finally exploded. The doctor said something about a massive stroke, but I think it was from all the stuff he knew.
If you iz speaking about Monroe, LA, I haz actually been dere.
One summer I took a course for soon-to-be high school seniors at LA Tech. It was three weeks. We had a field trip to the zoo in Monroe as a way to keep from going absolutely nucking futz.
There isn't much to do in Ruston.
Actually, all is not exactly well. There is a little bug in the system. Mrs. ArGee didn't appreciate the - er - indelicate photos that came up when I pressed the button. I'm not certain she believed me that they weren't on my hard drive.
If I ever find out you sent those to me on purpose your "esc" key is going to become very unfriendly.
That wasn’t cool! This a family site! Children ... think of the children!
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