So, like most of the white punks forced to worship their material blessings, I did what we all did: drugs until I dropped out of high school and enlisted in the U.S. Navy. Yes, I was going to be a sailor, travel, see the world. And I must have lucked out on the multiple-choice questions for I was slotted as a Communication Specialist with a Top Secret Clearance. Yes, a fucking Top Secret Clearance in the U.S. Navy at the tender age of 17. I'll admit, at first I liked it. I mean, for the first time in my life I had had a purpose. Soon, however, I was privy to information I wish I never had. Things I still have to be careful of when mentioning, and so can only tell you they included U.F.O's on radar that we were following. I also got to read interested messages, messages of how we had been in contact with other worlds.
They were called "The Oranges." I figured any day the news would be made public, but it wasn't. And so I got out of the Navy and began writing articles for an underground paper in Berkley, which allowed me a lot of time to pursue my favorite hobby of the day: alcohol. Yes, I got diagnosed with the drinking disease, joined a twelve-step program, got a white-color job, and tried to forget all that I had learned about contact with other beings. I soon realized, however, that the public would never know the truth of our alien visitors, and so felt I was part of the coverup by not sharing the truth I knew. That truth is this: I'm not sure if they are Lizard People, Greys, Dark Gods or what, but they
are everywhere. I fear that they might be allowing us to over populate so they can use the same logic to kill humans that hunters use to kill deer: If we don't hunt them they will over-populate and starve. I'm not sure if they want to use us for food, workers, fuel, or what, but their plan is a dark one, and unstoppable if we continue to deny what we are seeing in the skies....
I could go on, but I'll stop there.
DR.TVboogie is a doctor of truth, and this is his blog.