Burned by a UFO: The Cash-Landrum Incident

Betty Cash stood in front of her car staring at the object blocking the road. It was as big as a building and it was hot, throwing off flames that she could feel through her coat. It was so loud Betty didn't realize Vicki was screaming for her to get back in the car. Betty grabbed the door handle and pulled her hand back. It was too hot to touch. She used her coat to open the door. Betty Vicki and Vicki's grandson Colby watched the object lift up and fly away. They were terrified but glad it was over. But in a few days, all their hair was falling out. Look, we've come a long way since dropping our first episode mind blowing math facts. But trust me, I still remember trying to build a website and let me tell you, it really felt like decoding an ancient curse cipher. Every builder I tried needed some secret knowledge I didn't have. So I put it off for way longer than I probably should have. Turns out that's exactly the headache hostinger's AI builder was built to kill. 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Betty ran a truck stop restaurant outside Dayton, Texas, about 40 miles outside Houston. Vicky waited tables for her, Vicky's grandson Colby was six. They drove to the bingo hall in the next town, closed for the holidays. They drove to the one after that, closed. So they ate supper at a truck stop and took the back way home, down Farm Road 1485 through the pines with Colby on the front seat between them. A little after nine, Vicky pointed at a light over the trees. Betty figured it was a plane on an approach to use an airport so she kept driving. Then the lights slowed down, dropped and stopped over the road ahead of them, right at the treetops. Betty hit the brakes before they drove under it. It was too bright to look at, brighter than the sun. Betty never saw a shape. Colby did. He said it was a diamond, a big diamond standing on its point. Betty said it was as big as a water tower, and it roared like a jet. There was also a high pitch sound under the roar like a shriek. Then fire came out of the bottom. It shot a cone of flame straight down at the road. The fire varied in intensity, which caused the object to bob up and down in the air. It seemed like it was struggling. The heat came through the windshield and the inside of the car got hotter and hotter. So Betty opened her door, got out and walked around to the front of the car to see it better. Vicky got out too with one arm around Colby and Colby lost it. He screamed and cried and dragged her back to the car. He got in and crawled down onto the floorboard and she held him there. Vicky told the boy not to be afraid that it was okay to look because if anything came out of it, it would be Jesus. Colby wouldn't look. Nothing comes a six-year-old down like, "Don't worry, the giant burning diamond is Jesus." Betty stood at the front of the car for 15 minutes, maybe longer. Vicky was screaming at her to get in as the heat came down her waves. Betty didn't move. She just stood there and stared into the light. When she finally went for the door, the handle was too hot to touch. She pulled her coat-sleep down over her hand and got it open that way. The ring on her finger left a burn on her skin. She got in and the car was dead. The engine stopped at some point but none of them noticed when. Vicky had her hand pressed flat on the dashboard and the vinyl was warm and soft enough to take an impression over fingers. Then the fire surged one more time and the object went up over the trees and off to the southwest. Betty turned the key and the car started. Colby came up from the floorboard and that's when they saw the helicopters. Not one, not a few. They came in from every direction and closed on the craft as it climbed. The helicopters, with two rotors, Betty started counting. She stopped counting at 23. Betty drove seven miles to the stop sign at Farm Road 1960 with the window down and the sky full of helicopters. They came past the car over the car and then across the road. They were so close together she thought they would crash. The bright object was still up there over the trees and the helicopters followed it. The helicopters glowed from the bright light reflecting off of them. Vicky thought the craft was in trouble and the helicopters were trying to help it or guarded. The big ones had a rotor at each end and a cabin as long as a bus. Those were CH-47 Chinooks, the army's heavy-lived helicopter. They kept driving toward date. Behind them the craft was a red glow in the rear window and then it was gone with the helicopters after it. So far away a mother and her daughter watched helicopters come in from every direction with their search lights on. They were closing on a big glow over the trees. 20 minutes later Betty drove into Dayton and there were helicopters there too. Just before 10 Betty dropped Vicky and Colby off of their house. She drove home and called her son to tell him what she saw. Then she sat down in a chair and once she sat down she couldn't get back up. After about a half hour in that chair Betty's skin burned like the worst sunburn she ever had. Large blisters came up on her scalp and neck, then they burst and clear fluid ran down her face. By morning she was still in that chair. Her eyes were swollen shut and her hair was coming out. At Vicky's house Colby threw up in bed and Vicky threw up. They took turns vomiting all night Vicky blamed the food at the truck stop. With breakfast Vicky and Colby were both sunburned at least that's what Vicky thought it was. But it was a cloudy day. She told Colby not to tell anybody what happened because they'd never believe him. Betty felt the same way. She wouldn't see a doctor because she didn't think a doctor would believe her. She was worried people would just laugh. So Vicky came, got her and brought her back to her place. Even though Vicky was now almost blind she nursed Betty for three days. And Vicky's husband asked what was wrong Vicky told him blood clots nothing to worry about. But Betty got worse. On the fourth day Betty's daughter-in-law drove her to the hospital. They admitted her as a burn patient. Betty told them she wasn't burned but she didn't say anything about what really happened. Then Betty's daughter came to see her. I walked in and walked right back out. I thought I was in the wrong room. That wasn't my mother's face. It was swollen and red and her eyes were shut. It looked like she'd been under a sun lamp. When I rubbed her forehead water just squirted out. I'd never seen anything like it. The doctors sent her home after 17 days. Six days later she was back and now her hair came out in clumps. It was as though my doctor was afraid. He told me I was going to go home. But he never did tell me what was wrong with me. They had me washing my scalp in iodine every day. My hair was coming out in my hands and nobody would say why. For a month the doctors didn't know about the incident on the road. Then Colby came to see her in the hospital and told the doctor what happened. The doctor said he might have tried a different approach if he knew what happened. But he admitted he never treated anyone who encountered a UFO. He was being serious. Nobody official called. No sheriff, no base, no agency. So five weeks after the incident, Vicki called a UFO hotline. She asked the stranger who answered one question. Could the craft have made Betty sick? The hotline passed the case along and the first UFO investigator who took it up sold it to a tabloid. The weekly world news ran it and if you remember Batboy, that's the paper. The headline was "Three Survive UFO Attack." The tabloid's writer said he had a source. The craft was in radio contact with the military that night. It was experiencing difficulty and a required air assistance. 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There were handshaped prints in the vinyl on the passenger side of the dash, the plastic on the steering wheel crumbled, and Betty saved the pieces. Then he took Betty back to the road. Along the stretch where they stopped, the pine trees were brown and dead, and the pavement looked like it melted and set again. Betty was down to 94 pounds, and she threw up for months. She couldn't take a warm bath because blisters came up in 15 minutes. She couldn't stand in the sun or in front of a stove. Her hair was mostly gone so she wore a wig in public. Vicki's eyes teared for three months, and she saw everything through a film like plastic. Vicki's fingernails came off. She saved them in a bag for doctors or scientists or anyone who could help. Colby got a bald spot on his head. It couldn't control his bowels. The doctors told Vicki that within eight years, the boy might come down with leukemia. Betty couldn't work, the restaurant closed, and her mother took her home to Alabama. That spring a radiologist read Betty's chart. He wrote that Betty lost the nails on four fingers of her right hand at the same time. He wrote that her eyelashes were still there, and he wrote the word ionizing, and we associate that word with radiation. A different UFO investigator asked him about a theory, a secret military drone with 23 helicopters out looking for it. A radiologist wrote back, "It then becomes the matter of litigation against U.S. government. No comment." He also wrote a number. It takes about 200 rems to the skin to make the hair fall out. A chest X-ray gives you about 1% of that. A nuclear specialist went further, two to 300 rems, whole body. That's close to a lethal dose. It didn't kill them, but it was more than enough to ruin their lives. So Betty decided someone had to pay, and that someone would be the United States government. Betty needed someone in the government to say what burned her, so that summer she wrote her senators and her congressmen. One of the senators wrote back, he said the Air Force would be most willing to assist her in any way possible. The letter gave it address, it was a base outside Austin. August 17, 1981, Betty Vicki and Colby sat down in the law library at Bergstrom Air Force Base. Three Air Force officers sat across the table, Colby was 7 now. The officer running the meeting made one thing clear. We're an agency that has not investigated UFO sightings in almost 11 years. Congress ordered us to stop. I'll send a report up to Washington, to the office that used to handle these things, but I want you to understand I am without any power at all to do anything here at this level. They talked for hours anyway, Betty told them the whole story, as she told them what was printed on the side of the helicopters, United States Air Force. The officers asked for a drawing so Betty drew the diamond Colby saw and Vicki drew the flames coming out of the bottom. With women signed it. Vicki brought the bag with her fingernails in it, but nobody took it. And Colby asked the Air Force about a helicopter he saw land in Dayton. Vicki didn't care about UFOs, she wanted to know who was responsible for them being injured. The officer said, I'm afraid I can't answer that, and gave them a form to fill out. Standard form 95, it's the form you fill out when an army truck hits your car. The officers said, write down what the government did to you, write down what it owes you, and get yourself a lawyer. Hey, here for said we didn't do it, here's the form to sue us, it sounds like a deal. That's the Federal Torque Claims Act, if the government hurts you, you file a claim. And then what? And then they decide whether they hurt you. Yeah, see, the whole rack it in one sentence. Vicki filed the form, she said finding out who did this might take her a lifetime, but she was going forward anyway. Three days later, the Air Force responded, not with the search, with a memo. That didn't search, they wrote a memo about why searching wasn't necessary. And it's the most Air Force sentence I've ever heard. The memo said, Houston Airport's radar would have seen 23 helicopters, and the airline pilots landing that night reported nothing. A month later, the state of Texas sent a man to investigate the scene. He drove that stretch of 1485 with a gyro counter, took so as samples, he found nothing unusual. Then he added one interesting line, a sealed source, or a machine that makes radiation leave nothing behind on a road, so the military wasn't off the hook yet. That November, the case went on national television. Vicki Landrum was hypnotized on camera for that incredible, in front of a studio audience. On her hypnosis, she saw something new on the object. Oh, Lord, it's so bright, it's so hot. Holby's crying, Betty's out there by the car, and she won't come back. Betty, get in the car! It had some blue on it. They looked like little lights, and there's a smell, like lighter fluid. It's burning my eyes. Millions of people watched a grandmother from Dayton, Texas tell them the United States Military gave her her grandson and her friend radiation burns. Vicki said that after that appearance, somebody threatened them, but she wouldn't say more than that. The congressman saw the TV show, too. He wrote to the Pentagon, and asked a simple question, "Where those are helicopters?" The question went to the Air Force, which found no twin-roader helicopters in its inventory. They passed a question on to the Army. So the Army gave a Colonel one job, and find the helicopters. He could pull any flight log in the state, so he ran a search for Shinoke helicopters in the area. He found them. The Colonel's name was George Saram. He worked for the Department of the Army Inspector General, the DAIG. In March 1982, he called John Schussler, and the first thing he told him was the rule he worked under. The Army had no opinion about the unidentified object, or about UFOs in general. He was investigating an injury claim, and that's all. But he promised that if Army helicopters were involved, and it was their fault, then the Army would take responsibility. His own guess, before he saw a single log, was that this was a helicopter in trouble. So he started checking every command with helicopters in Texas, from Fort Hood, down to every Army repair depot on the coast. John gave him a lead. The Colonel wrote it in his notes, "100 helicopters, Robert Gray Airfield came in perfect. Robert Gray is the airfield at Fort Hood." Fort Hood said it flew one helicopter that day. It went to Houston and back, and it was on the ground right before 8th at night. One, not a hundred, not twenty-three, what? Then there was Elegton Field on the other side of Houston. The eight Chinooks there belonged to the Texas National Guard, but the commanding officer said none of them left the ground that day. Guard units fly on weekends. A Monday night was unusual. He was ninety-nine percent sure, and he said the flight records would prove it. Ninety-nine percent sure. Yet it went percent is where I live, you know. But John kept the log of his own. On a Monday, that March, three Chinooks flew out of Ellington. The Saran admitted there were exceptions. Then there was the Guard pilot. In the spring of 1981, the guard put a Chinook on display at a livestock show in Dayton, and Vicki went to see it. She got a pilot talking. He told her he flew that night on an emergency call from the county sheriff. Then he stopped. He told her national security kept him from saying more. Saran found the pilot, and the pilot told the colonel flat out that he wasn't flying that night. He said all he told Vicki was what he heard on the news, that helicopters answered her to a sheriff's call. So Saran called the sheriff. The office changed hands on New Year's Day three days after the incident. Nobody worked there that night. Was there anymore. And the new people said they didn't know the names of the former employees. None of them. Nobody can remember any emergency, or any reason to ask for a helicopter. Three days in a whole sheriff's office forgot it worked, eh? My deposits have better record keeping. In April, the colonel wrote the result at his log, numerous inquiries, all feedback negative. Then in May, Saran came down to Texas in person. He sat with Vicki at her house, and got betty on the telephone from Alabama. He brought three men from the Pentagon to read the medical file, and two of them were doctors. Years later, one of them summed up with the three of them concluded, "WTF, we had no idea what this was." Colonel Saran took down what Vicki told him about herself, sores, hair falling out, black in fingernails, constant diarrhea. loss of appetite, diminished eyesight. And then he wrote, "The medical evidence of degradation of health seems almost irrefutable." 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The helicopters flew off a small carrier in the Gulf of Mexico. They were fueled from fuel bladders, which were big rubber tanks set out on the ground inland. The pilot said it was secret and not announced. The day after that, a Houston police captain talked to the policemen. The captain flew helicopters himself. He said he had no doubt the policemen saw CH-47s, probably that quick react force. They could refuel from those bladders or from what he called a flat top in the Gulf. Saran wrote it down and called John. We may have uncovered a bucket of worms. Everybody keeps telling me nothing flew that night. Now I've got a secret unit nobody announced. And a police captain who says your policeman saw CH-9s. If those were the helicopters over that road, they won't be in any log I can pull. And I've pulled a lot of logs. Yeah, the bucket of worms. I don't tease me, Colonel. And while the colonel looked at the bucket of worms, John went back to the road. The stretch was gone. There was fresh asphalt where the car stopped, where the pavement melted and set. The center stripe was crooked where the new lane met the old one. Unmarked trucks came one night, cut the section out, hauled it away, and laid new road before the sun was up. No county road crew works that fast. The only time the government works overnight is when it's removing evidence. Well, that's a lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie. Each day on the every J. Epstein way. Surround went back to Washington and sent his last request out. Special ops to Air Force, the Navy, and CIA. Then he wrote in his report, this. Ms. Landrum and Ms. Cash were credible the DAIG investigator felt. And the next three and a half lines are blacked out. The Army blacked out whatever the colonel felt before it let anyone read the page. The sentence picks up again on the other side of the bar, there was no perception that anyone was trying to exaggerate the truth. You can read that page today. The redaction is still there. Colonel Saran's last call to John wasn't you? Obviously something happened to the ladies, but an operation that size would have been big time. And big time doesn't stay hidden. And the Army still couldn't find one helicopter. So Betty Vicki and Colby did what the Air Force told him to do. They got a lawyer. Peter Gerstin was the man who sued the CIA and pride 900 pages of UFO files out of it. Then they filled out the form and asked what the government owed them. Betty wrote $10 million. Vicki wrote $5 million and Colby $5 million. $20 million. In March 1983, Betty had cancer and the doctors took her right breast. In May, the Air Force said no, wasn't their fault. They claimed no responsibility. That's a month, Betty had a heart attack. And in June, they took her left breast. Betty further maintains that she had no cancer history previous to the alleged encounter. Her records do confirm, however, that she does now have the disease. In September, the Air Force said no again in a letter from the Pentagon. They said, quote, there was no evidence of involvement by any military personnel, equipment, or aircraft. That same letter called it an overflight of an unidentified flying object. So they sued. The suit was filed in January 1984, and they complained listed everything that happened to them. For the boy, it listed extreme anxiety and fear at the site of helicopters. And it said the government owned an operated military CH-47 double rotary type helicopters and an experimental aerial device of a hazardous nature. Again, the government said no. There were no helicopters and no experimental aircraft. But that wasn't true, because three days later, the world would learn about Project Snowbird. Three days after the suit was filed, Bill Moore went on the radio and told the country what was over Farm Road 1485. It was ours. Moore was a UFO researcher, and he got his information from a contact inside Air Force counterintelligence, Richard Doty. If you watch this channel, you know that name. Doty was a special agent with the Air Force office of special investigations. Doty set down with Moore back in December 1981, a year after the cash laundrom incident, he told him what the object was. It was a joint Air Force and NASA project, a test aircraft with a nuclear reactor for an engine. It flew out of Ellington Field in Houston toward Fort Hood. First, the navigation went and the reactor. It went down over the pines and hovered over the road until it helped came. The helicopters were the escort, and then they were the rescuer. Every one of those schnooks was there for the machine. Doty said six other civilians saw it that night, and all six were found and debriefed. Not Betty Vicki and Colby. Doty said they were left alone on purpose to provide effective cover. Three people running around Texas talking about UFO were better for the program than three people who got a visit from men in black. The project was called Snowbird. The name comes from the MJ-12 papers, the leaked government UFO files. It says Snowbird is the program for test flying recovered alien craft. And according to Doty, what burned Betty and Vicki was a Snowbird craft. More bought it. As logic was simple, you don't send out your nooks loaded to the gills with personnel to chase the light in the sky. You send them to protect a project. Now the government already had a nuclear airplane program. It started in 1946, but the program ended in 1961, because one crash could spread radiation over everything underneath it. And this was starting to sound familiar. Moore said the proof was coming. Back in 1983, Doty even gave the family's lawyer a tip. The craft was written up in aviation week. Then the government answered the suit, not with a denial, with a confirmation. The government's answer began like this. The United States admits that it owns and operates CH-47 helicopters. Betty already knew this. She was sick, but she wasn't crazy, but now she gets to have her day in court. (dramatic music) The family asked for the Ellington flight records. The ones the guard commanders said would prove none of the schnooks flew. The government said the documents were destroyed. - Yeah, maybe this. - Then the government filed four pieces of paper. One from NASA, no such object. And it's one schnook was in a hangar. One from the Air Force, no such craft. One from a Navy admiral who never saw anything like it. And one from the army, which said nothing about helicopters at all. The army, the people with the schnooks. - NASA Air Force Navy all on the outside, not us. And the army says nothing. - Nothing about helicopters. - You mean three guys say I didn't do it. And the fourth guy says nice weather. The fourth guy didn't. That's every Colombo that's going to do. - And the government had a backup argument. Admit it was a military operation, but deny fault. The lawyer for the government said that the military doesn't have to warn civilians about anything because it might cause a panic. And failing to warn the public isn't negligence. In a footnote he added, by the way, defendant does find it revealing that the object is termed a UFO by plaintiffs. - Yes, footnote. The lawyer couldn't fit all the smug in the body of Rita. - In September 1985, the lawyers argued it in front of the judge. The government's lawyer told a magazine whatever they saw and whatever happened is not the issue. It's a lawsuit about what happened. It's the only issue. It's the entire issue. But Betty wasn't in the courtroom. She was in a hospital in Alabama still fighting cancer. Betty's lawyer, Peter Gerstin, stepped away. The new lawyer asked for time to take depositions and the court stopped all the discovery until it ruled. Then in August 1986, it ruled. Case dismissed in one paragraph. 11 lines and no reasons. Nobody testified. No judge ever met Betty Cash or Vicky Landrum or the boy and the clerk sent the file closed. Betty wasn't satisfied. I'm mad. I'm mad as hell and disappointed with the government of our United States. They took my health, my hair and my business and they won't even tell me what did it. Somebody in this government knows what was over that road that night. I'll fight until they lay me in my grave. Case closed. The government said nothing happened. But in 1988, the CIA funded Psychic Spy program aimed to remote viewer at the object over farm road 1485. So the government didn't believe the story enough to pay for a woman's cancer treatment but they believed it enough to spend millions on psychics to look into it. To this day, they're the only three people who have sued the government for injuries caused by UFO. Betty Cash died on December 29, 1998, exactly 18 years after the event. Vicky died in 2007. She never changed her story. Her obituary lists her hobbies. Bingo was first. Four years later, the CIA released six pages of handwritten notes in pencil by an officer at the National Security Agency. They're about the case. CE3, Texas, much medical data. Hair on woman fell out. Low level ionizing radiation. And in 2022, the Defense Intelligence Agency released a paper from the Pentagon secret UFO program. It cited the case about seven times. Whether the craft was a military project or UFO is in the point, the primary job of the government is to protect its citizens. And in this case, our government failed. I'm trying to go to church and the fast drives meet up to come. If weight loss is felt like a losing battle, this summer can be different. Weight loss by hymns gives you access to an affordable range of FDA-approved GLP-1 medications, including the Wigovie pill and the Wigovie pen, plus real support to actually stick with it. 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The radiologists who wrote ionizing also wrote that the damage was confined to the skin, and that heat, ultraviolet or microwave could have done it. The nuclear specialists, two or three hundred rims, that's a dose where people start dying. Betty got sick in 30 minutes, and the vomiting lasted for months. Radiation that does that kills you in days. Betty lived 18 years, so it wasn't radiation. There's another answer nobody chased. An Air Force radiation doctor on the case wrote that the burns were compatible with an exposure to a chemical substance rather than radiation. The colonel checked whether any helicopters sprayed anything that night, and the army's computers showed nothing. Obviously, but nobody ever ran a toxicology test, so we don't know. Something burned three people on that road and a car and a bunch of pine trees. It peeled their skin and took their hair, and nobody could explain why. The government argued that there would be residue on the road, but there wasn't. Now sure there wouldn't be residue if they paved it over the road and we'll get that in a sec. But for now, what burned them stays open. Now the helicopters. 23 was already the number on Vicky's call to the hotline before any investigator even talked to them. A veteran Chinook pilot from the army commented on the case, and he said 12 Chinooks in one place is a big operation, and 23 would have been their entire inventory. The policeman and his wife are in the army's own file. 12 Chinooks in threes with the search lights on, but the Colonel's report puts them at 12 40 in the morning, three and a half hours after Betty and Vicky were there. The mother and daughter who watched helicopters chasing a glow put them at 9 o'clock. That's the right time, but they never gave their names, and nobody else backs them up, so we only have what Betty and Vicky said. And the Colonel checked every unit in range, plus the Marines and the oil companies. He couldn't find one Chinook that flew that night, or any helicopter in trouble anywhere in the whole state. The raid practice in the Gulf is a story a pilot told, and it's only in John Schussler's log of the Colonel's calls. The Colonel's own finding was that those units were at Fort Bragg for Devon's Panama and Europe, and none were involved. Nobody ever looked for the object itself. And the rest goes fast. As the story grew, some new details came in. The diamond, Colby saw it, and he never did. But eight months later, she drew it and signed it anyway. The car is also a problem. The crumbling steering wheel isn't in John's report. He found the paint and the plastic in good condition. The blue lights came out of a hypnosis session, and a match of drawing Colby made of the object with a light bright. In the words, "Unite States Air Force" were read off the side of a helicopter at night by a woman about the pilot claim with the Air Force. A light bright isn't great evidence. Yeah, light bright is still more detailed than the videos they released. True, but still, the Air Force doesn't use Chinooks. The Army does. Most of the story traces back to one person. John Schussler, his own report from his first walk of that road says he found no marks. The melted road shows up in his telling after the county repaved the strip in 1982. The unmarked trucks part of the story show up in 1991 on unsolved mysteries. The 100 helicopters and the Colonel's notes came from John Schussler also. It was a fort hood spokesman describing training where 100 helicopters come home at once for effect. The destroyed flight records are his interpretation of the court file. The nuclear aircraft out of Allington came from Richard Dodie, told to Bill Moore, and so did the six other witnesses who got debriefed. Nobody ever found the aviation week article, but if you know Dodie, you're not surprised. In 1989, Moore stood up at UFO conference and admitted he was working for the Air Force. Dodie fed him disinformation and more spread that disinformation around the UFO community. Because I was in a position to observe much of this process as it unfolded, and I was providing regular reports on its effectiveness to some of the very people who were doing it. The MJ-12 document, the name Snowbird, is a fake. I have an episode that debunks it, but Dodie put it in a book anyway. The tabloid story doesn't name a source. The pilots, the police all come from Schussler. The pencil notes, the psychic session, and the Pentagon papers, those are real, but their source was Schussler. The Pentagon's 2024 history of UFO programs doesn't mention the case at all. The government investigated the government using a file from a guy who was investigating the government. Pretty much. It's kind of how Wikipedia works. The government never said those women weren't burned. It only said whatever burned them was an hour's. The skeptics never said nothing happened. They only said it wasn't radiation. Not radiation, not ours, not aliens. Healing, you're one not away from Lizzy people, so I'm just gonna wait here. These are clarifications, not a debunk. Something real hurt three people that night. Betty never cared about UFOs. She didn't want to convince anyone of anything. All she wanted was justice for herself, Vicki and Colby. She didn't get it. Colby's still waiting. He's 52 now. He doesn't want money. He wants answers and he wants an apology. Whatever it was was being controlled by our people. And there's a record of it somewhere. I just want someone to say, look man, this is what happened. You're not crazy. Somebody did say it once. In 1982, the army's own Colonel wrote that Betty and Vicki were credible, and that nobody was trying to exaggerate the truth. And then he wrote, "The D.A.I.G. investigator felt and the Army blacked out the rest. Three and a half lines, maybe four. Nobody's ever appealed the redaction. 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I don't mind. I don't keep that money anyway. It goes to the team. I don't touch it. Those are the plugs. And that's going to do it. Oh, horse tonight this morning. It was a long one. I appreciate you hanging in there. Until next time, be safe. Be kind. Another you. I appreciate it. But you and both. And the parent on my phone as well as me. So I'm saying it like I should. But then another conspiracy theory becomes the truth. My friends. And it never ends. No, it never ends. I feel the crack at it. I got stuck inside my home with them chaos truck. I've been only two hours. Do you stand? Look you've read the moon landing alone on a film set. I wore the shadow people there. The raspberry is just for the smiling man. I'm told. And his name was Cole. I can't agree. I can't sit with the fidget. Had no fish on Thursday night, sweet day, day two. And when I'm happy, I'll do the night. All I ever wanted was to just hear the truth. So the one falls on me feet all through the light. The mouth man sidings and the solar storm still come to a god. The city under ground. Mysterious number stations, planets are filled to the rocket stockade. And where the dark watchers found. In a simulation of you wearing those. The black night satellite is told to me. So I can't believe. I'm dancing with the fidget. And when I'm happy, I'll do the night.