A report in the New York Times tells how, in 2007, a little-known program in the U.S. Department of Defense secreted away $22 million of the $600 billion DoD budget. Called the Advanced Aerospace Threat Identification Program, it is reminiscent of Project Blue Book, the super-secret, UFO-hunting government program of my youth.
The thing is, this isn’t the 1950s or 60s. A typical military jet is layered with sensors, computer-aided navigation and control, and “heads-up” augmented reality, all talking to an overhead blanket of satellites. Big Data. It’s not just the pilot seeing something strange.
Luis Elizondo, a military intelligence officer for the DoD, ran the program, tucked away in secrecy, “dark” money, and general disdain from many of his colleagues outside the program. Nobody really wants to talk about it. Especially if you’re a fighter jock who just wants to fly, not get pegged as the guy who saw aliens. Not good for career advancement.
Which is why Elizondo left his post last October. Somebody had to talk about it.
Phenomena is species-neutral
Elizondo doesn’t claim outright that there are aliens flying around in our airspace, only that there is a preponderance of credible evidence to warrant investigation. Others disagree. The human brain interprets our perceptions, lest we freeze in complete indecision. Critical observation is not our default mode.
Certainly, “fighter jocks” are highly-trained professional pilots pushing the edge of human technology and ability. Even they are mortal, fallible, and at constant risk of misperception.
Even if the phenomena appears real and other-wordily, it doesn’t mean it is.
Then again, why not?
We live in strange times. I have no idea if “aliens” exist. It seems ever since we took to the skies in earnest, we’ve seen crazy shit we can’t explain. Then again, we’ve always seen crazy shit we can’t explain.
My hunch is that even if ET does exist, and is the least bit interested in the human race, now is a good time to send a research party.
There’s probably a pool this year at the intergalactic Christmas party. Does humanity blithely stumble off the edge of the world, kicked out of nature because we killed it in the process of killing ourselves?
The smart BitCoinGalactica isn’t quite ready to bet on humanity. But they’ve got their eyes on us.
It’s either all that or a weather balloon.