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...

[Silentgypsy]

Good morning! It’s pouring here and Crowbar is hiding in the coffee table (thunder). We’ve been walking to neighbor’s to feed his horse and peaocks, but we’ll wait until we can run between the drops. (Running the dehumidifier dries your outerware until the next foray.)

[Silentgypsy]

Silicone-based? They look plastic. Please advise.

[Silentgypsy]

Lol ina demented sort of way.

[no-to-illegals]

So true Bob ... an illustration of the dangers of bubbles ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwOwUQdBARc

[Silentgypsy]

We just set our hair on fire with the Bunsen burners (accidentally while bending over the microscope. I wonder if the instructor bolted those things down in that position just to laugh at us.).

[Silentgypsy]

Good morning! Not a bubble in sight here.

[no-to-illegals]

Morning. Watch out for the bubbles coming out as SBDs. Whew ...

[no-to-illegals]

While we pray, wait, and pray some more ... If ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5a_4fBH_7dk

[Tax-chick]

Good morning! I hope you don’t get too soaked.

[null and void]

It’s 29° out. What’s up with that?

[null and void]

Do not taunt happy fun bubble.

[Tax-chick]

Ask the Imperial Weatherman. I was at a party last night and didn’t get the memo.

It’s 66 here.

[no-to-illegals]

the russian pm is sneaking around being extraterrestrial? Cue spooky music for thinking.

[NicknamedBob]

Nice poem. The transition from day to night, or night to day, makes us all poets in that moment.

To Day

Darkness, made the more profound,
By silence, whose husbanded sound,
Has stretched the firmament of stilled air,
Until it almost seems about to tear...

Then worn and tattered threadbare night,
Whose shivering stars have tithed their meager light,
Surrenders to a youthful sun to rouse up all the dew,
As elder brethren go to sleep, all blanketed in blue.

The steaming rocks and hillside pearls are rising,
On slanting golden treads, while songbirds in surprising,
Cheerfulness, unclench their frozen toes,
Before the sunny fireplace that rose.

And I my mind and plans for day compose,
When to my sight an amber-petaled rose,
Has caused all time to stand still in its place,
Until I have completed worship of your face.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . October 8, 2005

[no-to-illegals]

Thanks Bob. Can forever and to infinity and beyond know the posts will be poetry and prose, if, we simply fly away. btw ... I refuse to get on the plane!

[NicknamedBob]

"It’s 29° out. What’s up with that?"

It puts the frost on yer pumpkin, doesn't it?

What's up with that is that in that crisp morning air, the rising steam from your coffee softens the sleepy-dust in your eyes, so that you can more easily wipe them clean and deal with the day with bright, clear eyes.

See? It's complicated, as technical explanations must always be.

[Monkey Face]

It’s 24 here...not warming up at all!!! It’s gone down five degrees since I got up. *shudder*

[NicknamedBob]

"btw ... I refuse to get on the plane! "

Not to worry. I've heard the chef is excellent!

[no-to-illegals]

Bob, the reason I am unable to get on the plane is the poem was written for a lady. Being not a lady keeps me from boarding the plane. Being a fellow male, will a handshake and a nod of approval for the poem be sufficient for you and a lady friend? On that basis I surrender my plane ticket and leave the plane ride to you and your lady friend. Don’t worry, I will not be in the pilot’s seat.

[NicknamedBob]

Oh, I thought you were worried about the book.

It’s a cookbook.