Russian PM not joking – extraterrestrials live among us according to MIB documentary

exopolitics.org ^ | January 2, 2013. | Dr Michael Salla on

[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...

[Tax-chick]

I’m considering the possibility that having no car might motivate Bill to join the Marines in order to secure an income. This will move to the “front burner” of ideas if the purple car is having a transmission-disaster.

[Silentgypsy]

1996 means that it is a computer control problem, according to my expert witness. Requires diagnostic equipment for computer codes. You then go in and remediate. Apply disclaimer since I certainly don’t know what I’m talking about lol! Good night!

[NicknamedBob]

"I’m considering the possibility that having no car might motivate Bill to join the Marines in order to secure an income."

There is a difference between entering the military at Bill's age and the age I was when it joined me.

Seventeen-year-olds believe what they are told. They can't help it. They're programmed that way.

I listened, and did what they wanted me to do. But my thinking was my own.

[NoCmpromiz]

I woke up with an expletive.

That happened to me a lot - when I was drinking...

and I'd groan and think 'I hope I was too drunk to have done anything with that...'

[NoCmpromiz]

Temporal Rift and a Wrinkle in Time

fix the one with a sewing machine and the other with an iron

If they're really big you need a staple gun and duct tape...

'Cause if duct tape doesn't work you obviously haven't used enough.. ;-)

[Tax-chick]

Bill will be 19 in April. Being as how UNC-Charlotte isn’t going to offer us a lot of need-based financial aid, he’s going to have to pull himself together and contribute, pretty soon. Getting a job of some kind would be good.

With the state college-savings plan, funded largely by OldTax-lady, he’s got about two years. Some work, or going out for scholarships, might get him to graduation without debt. Then, of course, WORK.

[Dead Corpse]

My Wife. Who, i would add, is in no way even vaguely “horselike” whose gifts could be looked at mouthwise...

[Tax-chick]

I’ve seen the pictures. Very handsome lady ... got some height, which I personally conspicuously lack, although not to the extent of Anoreth, who is “Where’d she go?” kinda short.

[Anoreth]

My current chief was a Marine and he suggested the same thing at some point I believe.

[NoCmpromiz]

Once again I get all caught up on the stuff echoing within the castle walls and I find it is silent and dark. The drawbridge is raised, the moatmonsters are loosed, and all is quiet. No one has stoked the fire recently and the stone walls of the castle have long since lost whatever warmth they gained from whatever energy source the staff could scrounge to burn during the day. Looks like the last thing the foragers brought in was what once looked not totally unlike a purple Mercury...

I had been off in a far country in the company of my furcritter with no tail, to tell poking the evil Frontier Communications email AdminDaemon for bouncing an email I tried to send to enliven the evening of some friends of mine who are farther west (but not left...)

For your late evening or early morning entertainment, here is what I was trying to send:

Capitol Steps - "Take Ten Pills and You're Fine"

I had properly embedded the link and descriptory phrase in the body of my composition (in other words, it looked just like you see above), and I, as is my usual habit (which is quite unlike a Hobbit) entered the title of this video as the title of the email, stuck on the appropriate names from my address book, and hit 'send'. But all was not well in FrontierComLand, for the evil AdminDaemon chose at that moment to get a femur from a roving coyote stuck in his/her/its craw sideways and upside down. Reacting with a belch of displeasure, the evil AdminDaemon mashed his/her/its BigRed BounceButton (which hesheit got on sale at Staples - a synthesized voice kept saying 'That's Easy'...) and proceeded to cram the contents of my important missive back into my inbox with a splash (that's the default 'you've got mail' sound. Don't know why and too lazy to modify it - probably has to do with the Firefox theme I'm using..) Hearing the sound I checked yon Inbox expecting to find some message of import. Or something. Instead I was greeted by a message that said:

"The following message to  was undeliverable.
The reason for the problem:
5.x.0 - Message bounced by administrator

Should I mention that said evil AdminDaemon generated one of these messages, not just once, but one nicey-new message for each person the email was addressed to. I had eight simultaneous deliveries all identical saying that the administrator for no discernible reason, chose to deem my important electronic communication undeliverable. Every time I tried to send it..

Having spent a day or two of my life trying to be more intelligent than some robidiot brain with questionable programing by a coder whose last project appeared to be an AI replication of NY Mayor Blumborg's brain, I started my ECM attack on this onerous undead creature. The battle began by my generating a reply to each of the bounce messages with the pertinent question, "WHY?", which forced the robidiot to generate a reply that looks like this :

Greetings,

This message has been automatically generated in response to the creation of a trouble ticket regarding:

"Re: Delivery Status Notification (Failure)", a summary of which appears below.

We do our best to answer questions within a 48 hour period, but due to the volume of questions and nature of some questions,
it may occasionally take longer.

Which indicates that I will be getting massive amounts of robidiot replies within 48 hours. It's so nice to be popular..

Anyway, I kept playing with the email, modifying words, links, and such, then sending the message again after each modification, receiving another eight bounce notices to which I replied to generate another eight robidiot replies that informed me again for the eighthormoreish time that I would get yet another eight robidiot replies within 48 hours.

Now, you might be thinking, "Any normal person would have quit trying, or just sent a text message.." Of course, if you actually followed that thought process, I would point out that if you are reading this you too are in the Castle and your name isn't "Normie" either...

All told, it was a learning experience. First of all, I learned that if you reply to the robidiot emailbouncer thereby forcing the robidiot to generate another robidiotic reply that promises you yet another robidiotic reply within 48 hours so that they can attempt to answer the big "WHY?" question enough times, the robidiot gets congestive mumble failure, gathers its bytes into a knot and in a snit tells you that you've bothered it enough. Actually what it says is:

The following message to  was undeliverable.
The reason for the problem:
5.1.0 - Unknown address error 554-'5.7.1 : Recipient address rejected:
<(humble_me)@frontier.net> has exceeded hourly rate limit to support@frontiernet.net. 
See http://postmaster.frontiernet.net'

So, I found out that they really don't want you to ask WHY? - or at least not about 80 times ;-) And, the second thing I learned is that for whatever reason, the evil robidiot AdminDaemon gets apoplectic over the word "Pills". Capitalized. Lower case is ok. Take the word out completely, OK. Remove all the words from the title except "Pills" and the BounceButton cries 'that's easy' and generates eight more bounce notices so it can receive eight more replies asking "WHY?" so it can reply to the reply in 48 hours...

So now that I have shared of my warehouse of knowledge on things of miniscule importance, I turn back to the fireplace. A word of advise.. Purple Ford products don't burn well. If you must, at least remove the tires (ok Moose, tyres ;-) The thick black smoke has attracted the attention of the EPA. They're saying something about not finding a permit to build a castle on this spot. They seem to be hungry so I lobbed several liverwurst and onion sandwiches over the moat to them. On 12 grain bread. WIth Grey Poupon. I get to go play with them now, if they ever get over the moat.. I won't tell them that the moatmonsters love liverwurst because it tastes almost like government worker.. It's so fun having a battle of wits with unarmed victims, er, people..

In the meantime I sit back and wait for my 80 or so robidiot answers to the "WHY?" question. It should be enlightening...

After all I could have asked it "What is the meaning of life..."

[Kitty Mittens]

(((((Thank you for this Update. Prayers for her Ascending, and also for her Mama)))))

[NicknamedBob]

"I get to go play with them now, if they ever get over the moat.. I won't tell them that the moatmonsters love liverwurst because it tastes almost like government worker.. It's so fun having a battle of wits with unarmed victims, er, people..

In the meantime I sit back and wait for my 80 or so robidiot answers to the "WHY?" question. It should be enlightening..."

Your version of the Castle may be different from our familiar one.

This sounds rather like the version we had shortly after Thankgiving of the first year, when our Plesiosaur was released into the moat. But before we took off for orbit, and on our way to Mars.

You see, it was during the time of buttoning up for travel that we stopped using open fires under most circumstances, other than the occasional ornamental one or for cooking in the various kitchens.

And we stopped using internal-combustion vehicles altogether.

In preparing to live in space, we had to find a way to move things and people about without using cars.

That's when we developed the tubular system of spherical elevator/subway cars that we use. All electrical, with magnets.

Anyway, since your Castle appears to be a schism product of our having run up against "the end of the Internet", it isn't surprising that it has some similarities. That's just the nature of the Multiverse. I have at least three different versions that I've been in.

You're probably still linked to us in mysterious and unfathomable ways. If you happen to attempt to traverse the lower levels of your Castle, you may occasionally and inexplicably find yourself in our Castle.

You'll notice the difference immediately of course. We're on Mars gravity. You could hit your head if you jumped.

Be careful!

[NoCmpromiz]

your Castle appears to be a schism product of our having run up against "the end of the Internet", it isn't surprising that it has some similarities.

I don't know NnB... That doesn't explain the purple Ford product that has a couple of other reported sightings..

Unless of course the fireplace with the seeming burning purple Ford product is only a holographic representation that is camouflaging the Dimensional Door...

I will ponder upon the possibilities on the morrow. Got my music all together and now must assume a quasihorizontal position to recharge my nanodes..

Otherwise they will be throwing things at the keyboard player...

[moose07]

There is only one response to that; which in this instance is not rude,for the first time in it's life.

I see that kitteh dreams of being British.

Meow!

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A Smart car...UGH!

[moose07]

[moose07]

For anyone who happens to be interested or likes a chuckle:

Had a couple of parts needed changing on the heating system yesterday.
Travelled to the shop ‘that sells everything’ and upon finding the isle containing the plumbing components proceeded to select the components required.
Thought I ort to do the ‘right thing’ and sourced components that had the ‘Made in UK’ sticker on the packaging.
Oh boy…
Returned to said ‘Store of all parts’ and obtained a refund.
Returned to the isle containing the plumbing components and used logical acquisition instead of misguided Patriotism.
These parts worked perfectly upon installation.
The sources for all these parts, in order of: function,cost, and importance, are as follows:

1. Germany
2. France
3. China
4. USA

So if you are on a space vehicle of any description and some of the plumbing parts are made in the UK, keep a close eye on them, but don’t touch them.

[moose07]

Some things about the US amaze me:

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I found some cheap liability insurance online, so Mr. Bill the Beastie is insured as of midnight. Monday, I will take it for the smog test at the local Jiffy Lube, and Tuesday or Wednesday I will get it registered.

No Insurance ,No Tax, No MOT (safety test), and Unregistered.
And yet Mr Bill has been out for a test run.
Here the 'Stazi' could catch you and hang you out to dry as you arrived at the first junction/intersection.

I will have to wait to get the Bluetooth, though. If anyone calls while I’m driving, they will have to wait until I find a parking spot to answer. Pulling off the road is not a legal option.

Pulling off the road is not a legal option.
Wow! even the 'Stazi' haven't yet made the Cellphone laws that restrictive.

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Two total contradictions in action,there. Awesome.

[no-to-illegals]

I woke up with an expletive.

Was reminded of an explanation point or an exclamation point. Was going to ask a question, with a question mark, but thought better; It would have involved a period.

[no-to-illegals]

might motivate Bill to join the Marines

Might be guessing wrong, but Bill sounds more like the Air Force type.