12-12-2004, 10:55 PM
HUMAN RESPONSES TO THE UNKNOWN
by John Keel
At precisely 9:18 a.m. on the morning of February 19th, a large kitchen sink of gleaming porcelain and shining chrome came crashing out of a cloudless sky into the backyard of one Waldo Yentz, destroying his favorite rosebush. In a fit of high pique, Mr. Yentz called the police, the newspapers, the F.A.A., the U.S. Air Force, and his elderly aunt in Toledo. Great crowds soon gathered in the Yentz backard to gaze upon the errant plumbing.
A learned professor from a nearby college hastily organized a press conference and announced that the sink had obviously fallen from a high flying jet plane. He did not visit the Yentz yard, however, pointing out that when you've seen one sink you've seen them all.
The Air Force, on the other hand, told reporters the object must have dropped off a truck passing by on the main highway which was a mere mile and a half from the Yentz homestead. Mr. Yentz's aunt took the event as an indication that God was mad at somebody. His wife, Shirley, told the curious that she never did like the neighborhood and wasn't at all surprised when the sink made its sudden appearance. Anything could happen in such a rotten neighborhood.
Unbeknowst to the befuddled Yentzes, kitchen sinks were bombarding a Moscow suburb that week and Pravda denounced them as part of a new imperialist plot. In London's Hyde Park, a pigeon fancier was brained by a piece of aerial plumbing on the same day that the Yentz rosebush was flattened. One the other side of the world, in New Guinea, the natives were made restless by a massive urinal that tumbled down from the heavens. They immediately build a shrine around it and began worshiping it.
by John Keel
At precisely 9:18 a.m. on the morning of February 19th, a large kitchen sink of gleaming porcelain and shining chrome came crashing out of a cloudless sky into the backyard of one Waldo Yentz, destroying his favorite rosebush. In a fit of high pique, Mr. Yentz called the police, the newspapers, the F.A.A., the U.S. Air Force, and his elderly aunt in Toledo. Great crowds soon gathered in the Yentz backard to gaze upon the errant plumbing.
A learned professor from a nearby college hastily organized a press conference and announced that the sink had obviously fallen from a high flying jet plane. He did not visit the Yentz yard, however, pointing out that when you've seen one sink you've seen them all.
The Air Force, on the other hand, told reporters the object must have dropped off a truck passing by on the main highway which was a mere mile and a half from the Yentz homestead. Mr. Yentz's aunt took the event as an indication that God was mad at somebody. His wife, Shirley, told the curious that she never did like the neighborhood and wasn't at all surprised when the sink made its sudden appearance. Anything could happen in such a rotten neighborhood.
Unbeknowst to the befuddled Yentzes, kitchen sinks were bombarding a Moscow suburb that week and Pravda denounced them as part of a new imperialist plot. In London's Hyde Park, a pigeon fancier was brained by a piece of aerial plumbing on the same day that the Yentz rosebush was flattened. One the other side of the world, in New Guinea, the natives were made restless by a massive urinal that tumbled down from the heavens. They immediately build a shrine around it and began worshiping it.
There are four kinds of people in this world: cretins, fools, morons, and lunatics.
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