Pants Man, The Cute Cryptid Who Walks At Night

Paranormal World is such a unique and fun place. The rides and exhibits are never ending, usually pretty surprising, and they are free. It is a bargain on any day!

While appreciating the entire Paranormal World experience, people who visit this wonderland of oddities seem to prefer particular ones over others. My personal favorite is Realm of the Cryptid. It is filled with creatures of all shapes and sizes, some menacing and ferocious, some shy, some oblivious to humans, and some who behave as though they are going to eat the next thing they see. Regardless, all manner of sightings are reported regularly, although no one ever catches one, and as we all have observed, clear, discernible photos or videos are simply wishful thinking.

And just when I thought I had heard of all the possible Cryptids walking, swimming, flying, or slithering around on planet Earth, one I had never heard of popped up today that has me bursting out laughing every time I see a photo, or watch a video of it. This Cryptid has been dubbed, the Fresno Nightcrawler, or the Fresno Alien.

No, it is not a large worm found in Fresno, California, nor does it resemble any of the bipedal aliens to which we have become accustomed. This one is a pair of pants. Yes! A pair of pants! And I call him Pants Man.

The story goes, in the 1990s or early 2000s, a family in Fresno, one of the “nothing ever happens here” communities located in the San Joaquin Valley, heard their dogs barking every night. Not knowing if someone was prowling their neighborhood, they set up a surveillance camera, hoping to find the source of their dogs’ barking.

The following morning, they were shocked beyond their wildest expectations. They found the source, all right. It was two white, slightly awkward, pairs of pants ambling across their lawn. They were only a couple of feet tall, walked in a sort of disjointed manner, had no arms, and were whitish in color.

They reported the recording to police, and subsequent to this family’s experience, other people in Fresno came forth with stories they also had seen Pants Man, and reported their sightings. Interestingly, the statements always said there were two of the Pants People walking together. One is usually about 4 feet tall, while the second one is smaller, around 2 feet tall. They do no harm, and walk about like a couple, sightseeing.

When it seemed Fresno was the only place these strolling pants were observed, a new locale hit the news. In 2011, Yosemite National Park was having issues with a group of vandals destroying private and park property, so they set up a security camera to identify the culprits. Little did park officials expect what they found on the camera footage.

There they were, two of the walking pants, strolling down a road in the park. Again, just like any other pair of sightseers enjoying Yosemite, in the dead of night. They bore the same description as ones seen in Fresno; little, 2-4 feet tall, no arms, flappy fabric-like legs, awkward gait, and tiny heads, each with two eyes.

No one has been able to decide what these creatures are, what their destination is, or from where they originated. What has come to light, though, is these Fresno and Yosemite appearances are not new, nor recent. Native Americans from that area explained the creatures have been there for a long time. They view them simply as another of Earth’s mysteries.

For the more curious, there are videos on YouTube, which have been determined to be authentic, and unable to be reproduced by debunkers or skeptics. They are funny, and actually pretty cute to watch. Take a look, and enjoy Pants Man going for a walk. It makes me laugh, every time.

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Alex Jones And InfoWar’s Banned From Big Three Social Media

As with hockey, if there could be a hat trick in online social media, today’s events definitely would be it. And Alex Jones, along with his Infowars, would be the puck.

It all began last night with Apple banning Jones and his program from their social media platform. On Monday morning, Facebook followed suit. They stated he could appeal their decision to “unpublish” him. Shortly after Facebook’s action, YouTube also banned InfoWars. No one is certain if the YouTube ban is permanent, but the InfoWars’ videos have been deleted from their platform.

The reasons being given for the big three companies’ actions against Jones are his repeated use of “hate speech”. They stated he has violated their policies regarding Terms of Service and Community Guidelines, to which he agreed when he signed up to use their services.

InfoWars’ recent legal difficulties most likely were the impetus for being banned. During his broadcasts, Jones has steadfastly maintained the Sandy Hook murders of 20 children and 6 adults were fake. He has said the government staged the shootings, and it was a hoax with actors. Family members of murdered victims claim his wild statements have led to their being harassed. Subsequently, three lawsuits for defamation have been filed against Jones.

It remains to be seen how Twitter, last of the big social media platforms, will deal with this. They have not made any public comment, yet. YouTube and Facebook also need to determine and notify the public if the bans they have imposed will be permanent. Additional information will be published as it is released.

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Art Bell, Your Love Was Enough

Fare thee well is a blessed good-bye. To a fare thee well is a measure of perfection. Thus, when I think upon the report issued today of Art Bell’s last moment on this plateau, I embrace both that fond good-bye and the perfection that was his leaving.

I believe in the man, Art Bell. I believe in the strength and verisimilitude of his nightly presence on the radio. He was invited into my home and my life, a welcome guest who made me smile, laugh, wonder, and ponder everything from the depths of a bottomless hole to galaxies far beyond my wildest imaginings. His music and voice comforted me; a friend in dark places, on lonely nights, or in a room with my favorite people, gathered around our C Crane Hand Crank Radio, playing cards by candlelight.

There were questions I always wanted to ask Art, and now wish I had. Why did I need to call in on a certain line if I lived west of the Rockies? And how did he know if I wasn’t really a first time caller, but called in on that particular line, anyway? Was cranky old JC Webster for real? Who was his favorite guest? Why did he believe someone wanted to shoot him? So many more questions, and now I can only speculate.

This I do know, Art Bell was a very sick man. He had advanced COPD. If one does not know, this is an extremely difficult and frightening way to die. And the medications found to be the cause of his death were for a person in enormous pain, most likely from his back problems. What final decisions he made, or what led up to that last night in his home are beyond the scope of our knowledge. And I think they should remain that way.

There are two profoundly cataclysmic, yet solemn and simultaneously celebratory events in one’s life. Birth and death. We do not control the first, and seldom control the second. What is noted, though, is the presence of our most important and intimate people at one and, hopefully, both events. In Art’s passing, I choose to believe he was surrounded by those who loved him most, on this side of the veil, and on the other. I believe, by whatever means it took, his passage was peaceful, and he was welcomed to his new home, pain free and released from all that had imprisoned his earthly body.

When we think of this man who spent his life bringing each radio listener new and unexplored stories, places and people who had been there and back, again; I hope we recall with fondness and appreciation what he gave. I hope we recall he lived a full and productive life. And most of all, I hope we remember him, Art Bell the man, and not merely how he left us. That was his private business; what he left us is our’s. Let’s let him go now, and be grateful we knew him, and that he loved us. In the end, that is enough.

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The Yew Tree And Other Pluckers

Understanding of words is critical to successful communication. On any level, it is smart to know what is being said. That also must include recognition and comprehension of some unpleasantries we all experience, sooner or later, in the daily societal combat we call life.

More specifically, there is a two word instructional phrase, that carries with it a one-fingered salute, which most of us have received or given by the time we reach adulthood. Recently, a story has been circulating in social media providing an interesting, and possibly heretofore unknown explanation of the etymology and symbolism accompanying this recognizable salute.

Although any serious logophile would have researched the long history of this phrase’s colorful word, and found it to have originated in Ancient Greek and Roman cultures; many today are purporting its usage began with the 1415 French and English battle at Agincourt.

At this battle, the French were favored to win. So much so, they threatened to cut off a certain body part from all captured English soldiers. To everyone’s surprise, the English won the battle, and taunted their French adversaries by waving that body part at them.

What were they waving? Their middle finger! Without this appendage, an English longbow, made of the native English yew tree, would have been impossible to draw. And what was the act of drawing an English longbow called? Plucking yew, of course. The story continues that when English soldiers were waving their middle fingers at the defeated French soldiers, the shouts rang out they still could pluck yew! Victory was theirs! Middle finger waving! Pluck yew!

An additional aspect of this intriguing etymology is the phrase “giving someone the bird”. Once known as a pleasant mother pheasant plucker, everyone knew this was the person to whom one went for feathers used in making arrows for the longbow; ergo, giving someone the bird was simply providing pheasant feathers to make arrows.

As the story concludes, and all actual historical evidence of ancient usage shoved aside, we are supposed to believe the letters “pl” in pluck changed over time to an easier spoken “f”. It makes for a slightly plausible explanation; however, when all is said and done, one thing which cannot be ignored in today’s account of the waving finger’s origin, and a very offensive instruction that goes with it, is everyone knows an archer plucks a bow string, not the wood of a yew bow, itself.

Plucking yew, pleasant mother pheasant pluckers, arrows, waving fingers, and victorious taunts from battling archers have provided a clever, but way too recent history of one word. It is creative, but inaccurate. For accuracy, a student of language, both polite and not, must return to the oldest records of word usage. Therein, one finds where and how our language came about, and who is responsible for some of the things we say, or on second thought, even if one is an archer, probably should not say.

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Sleeping Beauty Found And No Kiss Required

Sleeping Beauty has been found. She is a 2,000 year old mummy, buried in a stone grave on the shore of the Yenisei River, in Russia’s Republic of Khakassia. A drop in the water level in May revealed her grave, which had been safely hidden underwater, until then.

Archaeologists nicknamed the mummy Sleeping Beauty, because she has been buried for so long. They believe she was a noblewoman of great wealth, having been buried wearing a silk skirt, with a beaded belt that had a jet (precursor to coal) buckle. Items found with her were personal, and ornate: a vase, a round birch container holding a Chinese mirror wrapped in felt, and ceramic utensils. There also were meals and snacks, including a bag of pine nuts on her chest.

Sleeping Beauty was found in very good condition. Soft tissues and skin were intact, with the lower part of her body especially well preserved. Archaeologists attribute the excellence in preservation is due to the burial having been tightly closed with a stone lid, causing natural mummification, and remaining undisturbed in water for such a long period of time.

Efforts to preserve the mummy’s remains are the next priority; and then studying items within her grave are tasks set before archeologists and researchers. Having survived for 2,000 years in her watery grave, it is very important Sleeping Beauty is given every opportunity to share her secrets now that she has been found.

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Asgardia: The First Space Nation Wants You

If you are ready for that adventure of a lifetime, and crave change, this just might be for you. The nation of Asgardia, not to be confused with Thor’s home world of Asgard, is offering citizenship, along with a promise to eventually colonize the moon.

This new nation, founded 20 months ago, already has 200,000 citizens, an elected parliament, and a constitution. Today, June 25, 2018, it inaugurated Igor Ashurbeyli as its leader. One can become a citizen by signing up online for free. The current citizens of Asgardia have done just that, and represent over 200 countries around the world, which already exceeds the 193 United Nations member states.

Asgardia’s goals are ambitious, with plans to increase its population to 150 million people within 10 years. Their plans also include space arks and artificial gravity in outer space, so their citizens can live there, permanently, with hopes aimed toward a settlement on the moon within 25 years.

Although Asgardians become citizens for free, they do pay an annual membership fee of 100 euros, which is $117.13 American. They eventually plan on collecting business and private income taxes in the future, and these are expected to be kept low.

Asgardia hopes to attract 2% of the world’s population, and that being the most creative segment. With these people onboard, the belief is they are the future, and space settlement is their destiny.

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I’m Zsa Zsa, I’m Ugly, And I Win

Here she is, Miss World’s Ugliest Dog, 2018! Yes, Zsa Zsa, a 9 year old English Bulldog has won this year’s World’s Ugliest Dog contest, earning her owner, Megan Brainard of Anoka, Minnesota, $1,500 prize money in the process. Zsa Zsa won her title Saturday night at the Sonoma-Marin Fairgrounds in Petaluma, California.

The contest is in its 30th year, and this year’s entrants included a blackhead-covered Chinese Crested-Dachshund, a bulldog mix with excess wrinkly skin, and a Pekingese named Wild Thang. Everyone knew it was going to be a challenge to meet the standards set by last year’s winner, a 125 pound Neapolitan Mastiff named Martha, who won with a droopy face and a lot of gas. But Zsa Zsa pulled it off with an extreme underbite, broadly rounded front legs, and a long, long lolling tongue.

The contest is silly and fun, but red carpet and puppy manicures aside; it gives the public an opportunity to see all dogs, no matter their looks, deserve a good and loving home. It proves once again, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

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