Bruce Springsteen was stumping for Obama on the Benjamin Franklin Parkway in the heart of Philadelphia when a fan caught what looks like a triangular (and -please forgive me - perhaps partially cloaked) UFO hovering overhead in broad daylight.
Some pertinent facts:
• The song played is "Does This Bus Stop at 82nd St.?" off the Greetings from Asbury Park, NJ album. I know these lyrics by heart, since my friend Rich and I spent the summer of 1979 committing the first four Springsteen albums to memory.
• Attention Tom Horn or Zack Sitchin fans: The lyrics make mention of "wizard imps" (wasn't that how Keel described the MIBbies?) and "interstellar mongrel nymphs." Is "nymphs" Greek for Nephilim, those space traveling wayfarers who came to Earth and created a hybrid (or mongrel) human-alien race?
• One couplet goes "And Mary Lou, she found out how to cope/She rides to heaven on a gyroscope," reminding us of the gyroscopic UFO in the Book of Ezekiel. "Mary Lou" is a she/he name, providing us with the requisite androgynous aspect that seems to follow us around when dealing with UFOs.
• Riding the Nephilim train (or bus, in this case), the song after "Bus" on Greetings was "Lost in the Flood," a song bursting with apocalyptic portent, featuring these eerily-prophetic lines:
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone--"He must be from the fort," he hears the high school girls say
His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
The hit-and-run plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide
They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
Nuns run bald through Vatican halls, pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
Sticker smiles sweet as Gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's qucksand, that's quicksand, that ain't mud
Have you thrown your senses to the war, or did you lose them in the flood?"
• This is purely anecdotal, but I remember Rich and I trading lines from "Lost in the Flood" at the drive-ins one summer night in 1979. The double feature was The Fury and Alien. I think the former inspired my long-standing subconscious obsession with telekinesis.
• Remember that the Nephlim were said to have either left Earth or been destroyed during the Great Flood, depending on whichever crackpot you listen to (here's a link to a review of Sitchin from the old USENET days).
• The Boss was doing his thing right near the Franklin Institute, which housed the King Tut exhibit last year. We've heard this week that the Egyptian Antiquities Authority has proclaimed that Tut was the son of Solar heretic Akhnaten, who was either himself a Nephilim or was in fact Moses, depending on which crackpot you believe. Remember that Tut restored the Throne of Horus after Akhnaten's tumultous monotheistic experiment. Remember too that Horus' father is an extraterrestrial, and inseminated Isis through artificial means.
• Speaking of human-alien hybrids, I was struck by how much this banner of Obama...
...reminded me of this image of another sci-fi savior figure- William Mulder:
In the "Always Hurt the Ones They Love" department, here are some well-fed Palin/McCain fans being both sheepishly awkward and obnoxiously bigoted at a rally in
The irony is that Obama is (or claims to be) the bleeding heart who wants to help these kind of people and McCain will toss them some red meat at these rallies and then let them twist in the wind once the election is over. Political identity has become completely symbolic and completely divorced from economic status or condition.
In many ways, this is by far the strangest and most disturbing election I've ever seen. This was supposed to be a cakewalk for Hillary, and McCain's stand on immigration was supposed to wipe him out in the primaries. I've no idea why a "moderate" like McCain is running around whipping up this kind of tribalist hatred (and- God help us- berating the media, whom he once rightfully called his "base") and I have absolutely no idea why so many people find Obama so enchanting.
I've long seen elections as mass-scale Kabuki theatre, but this is the first time I've felt that the players are merely going through the motions. And the people at these rallies seem to almost be in some kind of trance- no one seems to understand why they're getting so excited.
I can't help but think there is so much going on here beneath the surface and behind the scenes- something very big. Projection? Perhaps. But there's a lot of data I've been sifting through that is pointing me in very strange directions. I'm paying attention again and I'm getting the messages, so thank you.
For my own piece of mind, I'll be sitting home on November 4th or voting third- or fourth or fifth - party. ( Is there a Geek party yet? I mean, besides the Libertarians) I'll get a lot of crap from my liberal and conservative friends, but I learned my lesson about investing myself in the Clown Show- your ideals and your hopes and dreams will be shattered. Clinton's election set liberal hearts alight but ended up being a wet-dream-come-true for the corporatist and neocon wings of the Republican Party.
Similarly, Theocons saw Bush's re-election as their passport to Dominion, only to see it all come crashing down by the midterm elections. Case in point-I remember a local Evangelical bookstore had a big victory party for Bush in 2004.
They've since gone out of business.
What did someone once say - "There are no accidents in politics?"