TRUST THE MAN

Stanton Friedman does not want to hear about underground dwellers building spaceships. He isn't interested in little grey people hopping dimensions within our own. Forget about our unknown cousins traipsing through unknown forests or living like Aquaman in unexplored seas. Stanton Friedman owns it all up to space. Outer Space. The final frontier. And for that, everyone has a joke...everyone has a gripe. Everyone but me. Because when everyone stops looking at the sky, I am putting my faith in the one man who still will. I can't say I agree with him all the time, but I know where he is coming from. Ufology is an enigma within an enigma. There's no room for who knows what better than whom. Know-it-all's don't belong here. Neither do show-off's or people who may have once entertained the idea of becoming famous for the sake of being famous. Ufology is for people with their feet firmly planted; rooted in the subtext of the unknown. Who are you going to turn to when things really simmer at the surface? The guys who write a zillion books but don't know diddly and have a problem with everyone else and everyone else's theories. Or, the guy, who although biased, has maintained a state of formidable balance in an area where formadibility is nonexistent. In essense, trust the man who when this field gets weighed down by bull and banter, will still keep his eyes to the skies, hoping...for the rest of us.