MJ12 has only one 'official' function. That is to report to the President. Each President is allowed at least one report. Along with this report there is some sort of briefing book.

The report to the President is not upbeat, not even up tempo. It is not something that any politician would want to wave in front of the voters. The good news is that UFO's are just an illusion. The bad news is that so is everything else, including especially all of the cherished illusions near and dear to the electorate. Has any President requested an encore to this bombshell? Some, properly forewarned, manage to forego the experience altogether.

Depending on how you look at this report you might get the impression that by comparison the Big Bang cosmology of scientific materialism is downright cozy, or that paleo-Darwinian survivalism might not be such a bad idea after all, not when you consider what is coming 'round the mountain.

When the revelation comes the voters will unanimously demand a cover-up. UFO investigators will develop new and intense interests in stamp collecting and bird watching.

MJ12 is not most people's cup of tea. If you apply for membership that is proof positive that you are not playing with a full deck, or that you are clueless in DC. MJ12 is not anyone's cup of tea.

Yet life will go on, and from the next reality we will look back on our prerevelation selves with an embarrassed smile. Let's face it, the Rancho Santa Fe 39ers took the easy route to Heaven. Why couldn't Hale-Bopp have become our Levy-Shoemaker?

The only question now is who wants to be Good News Charlie? Where did all the volunteers go? Why won't Charlene (visitor EBE3) hold a press conference and face the music? Even Charlene is not that dumb. Perhaps her voice transducer is in the shop for repairs!

Experience tells us that when you give somebody a red button to push, even the most crazed and callused will start having second thoughts and start thinking of everything they missed in life, and then take a quick trip to the pub.

Yet we will have to get on with the show. Perhaps not tomorrow, but the next day. There are only two people who can call this shot. They are you and me. Suddenly we have six and one half billion very lonely people staring at each other sullenly. That is our psychological grid lock, and it is coming time to get out the key. There is only one key that will fit this lock and it is the Second Coming, and it ain't coming in a UFO. Can anyone spare a Cessna?

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