When Kathcom over at Magick Sandwich recommended I go see the “kooky genius” that is Buckminster Fuller at the Whitney Museum in Manhattan, she failed to mention that I would bear witness to one of the biggest hoaxes known to man. That’s right, the “kooky genius” architect, father of all things geodesic, is the brains behind all those flying saucers.
Witchita House, my ass. That’s an alien spaceship if I ever saw one.
The “dwelling machine” was built in 1946.
Roswell Crash Incident: 1947.
Coincidence? I think not.
Why is nobody talking about this? This should be all over the TV and radio. UNLESS!…all the conspiracy theorists/UFO believers are paying off the media to prevent the story from getting out.
What are they afraid of? It’s not like people stopped believing in Bigfoot after two attention whores pawned off a rubber suit as Sasquatch.
I am sorry to say you will miss this exhibit as it only ran thru September 21. Isn’t that just convenient? They get wind of my blog idea and they pull it. Maybe you can catch them loading all that crap onto the truck before they ship it off to Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, where they’ve been keeping the aliens and their spaceships all this time. I don’t know exactly where the museum is, but it’s on the Upper East Side somewhere, near a real big park.
I can’t remember the name of the big park, but it’s sort of Central to everything in the city. And it’s real big. You can’t miss it. They should call it The Big Park in the Center of the City. I mean - that would make the most sense. It’s practical if not imaginative.
Have you hired security? Is someone watching your back? You need to be careful. Now that you’ve figured it out…..”they” are going to be looking for you.
Finally! Proof of intelligent life.
There’s definitely a conspiracy there…
Margaret, I think I am going to have a whole new experience till the time your are in New York! Swear! 😀
I think you are most definitely on to something here. It’s just too spooky to not be true.
*cue scary music*
What? There are no aliens? No BigFoot? No Santa? I supposed next you’ll tell us the Easter bunny was a conspiracy, as well. damnit
You’re on to something! I hope the government doesn’t catch wind of your blog!
You can’t remember the name of the park because the men in black wiped your memory. Or part of it anyway. Thank Zaxxon you got away before they could finish the job! Otherwise this might never have come to light! But if nondescript American sedans start prowling your neighborhood and seem to be driving past your house just a little slower than the others, it might be prudent to have a safe house to bolt to. You could come and stay with me… they’d never look for you here. And I’d never tell… I’m just good like that.
now that you’ve seen the exhibit aren’t you scared you’ll be taken captive by the government? this CANNOT get out! hide woman, hide!
I’ve heard of that big centralised park… whats it called? Maybe its where big foot lives thats why you can’t remember its name…
You certainly have a way with naming parks! Have you thought about offering your services to NYC as a paid park-naming consultant?
I’m so glad you went to that show! My husband and I spent some time wondering why the top of the crazy space home was shaped like that. It took a few blueprints to realize it was an air duct.
The guy was a little nutty but some of his designs could have been used for low-cost housing had they been realized. Too bad.
And what’s this I hear about you getting an Emmy?
I like the way you’re thinking here. The Government is totally in on this. We just have no idea how deep the deception runs.
The scary thing is that you are still in NY… How long are youp lanning to stay there? Until you’ve pilfered every museum and fire escape? I thought you were only staying for a week? Do you have a secret agenda we don’t know about? R u sending code through your blog posts? To aliens, maybe? Hmmmmm After all, Nanny Goats also spells No Nasty Nag. Think about it.
Wait just a ding-dang minute. I have one of those “dwelling” things in my kitchen as we speak. Mine happens to contain a bundt cake, which I’m now starting to think is just a clever distraction… I always knew that thing was shifty.
I’d live in it! But OHHH the Rustoleum you’d go through!
Big Foot is the one responsible for all those crap circles. I mean crop circles and that screwtop lid? Leave it to New Yorkers to go all theatrical. It’s called a “thunder pot” in the hills. Ya do your thing in it during the night so ya don’t have ta walk to the outhouse and scare the shit outta Big Foot. Then ya screw the top on every morning so that mom can carry it down to the well and empty it.
I think I have heard of this park. It’s called “the park where you go to get mugged” or something like that.
Holy crap! When I am elected president you are going to be my minister of conspiracy theories…your first job will be to figure out how the hell I got to be elected president…
I knew it, man I was right all along! Aliens, and bigfoot are real, Well I knew bigfoot was but now I know the aliens are real, its not in my head.
More like “drilling machine.” The top appears to be some sort of anal probing device. Hopefully the rounded flap on the probe cone folds down before the violation begins, otherwise you have a real problem.
Yep. That’s an Alien house right there. Beam me up!