Tom Lommel: International Champion of Championhood

I think it is finally time to admit it:



I love the Lommel.

Oh, wait. I admitted that in '07. Well, it's time to update the admission. Or re-admit. Or admit again.

I'm a repeat admitter.

PS - Doug Doug makes a cameo. Yes!

Swimming in the Skeptic Tank

Let me just say up front: I'm not a believer in UFOs, at least not "UFOs as alien technology." Some of it has to do with the idea that, if any intelligent creature had the capability of travelling millions of light years to observe us, I think they probably have the technology to fly above us unobserved. Most of it has to do with the fact that "I ain't never seen one, so it doesn't exist to me."

("But what about this Jesus? You believe in him and ain't never seen," says you. "That," says I, "my dear old imaginary friend, is a story for another day.")

I'm skeptical, to say the least. But I also realize that professed skepticism is, in and of itself, at a certain level, just another belief system.

So leave it to one of those whacky, moon-eyed, pseudoscientific UFOlogists to lay out, in plain English, the myth structure of a skeptic's worldview. Ouch. This one kind of hits close to home.

I guess if skepticism is beneficial, it is doubly good to be skeptical of skepticism.* After all, skepticism can only kill that which is not true, right?

*Incidentally, the highest earthly attainable level of the Church of the True Skeptic is to be so "skeptical of the skepticism of skepticism" as to be able to skep a stone from one side of Loch Ness to the other. Without proof.