All of the recent talk about the ridiculous/ludicrous latest batch of Majestic 12 documents has me thinking about a question I was asked, by several people, when the documents first surfaced last week. The question was: is this finally the start of disclosure? My answer: Is it ***K! Let's get a few things straight. If someone on the inside wants to initiate some form of disclosure (with official sanction or as a rogue individual), then they could most certainly do a hell of a lot better than teasing us with that latest pile of stinking, steaming, fly-infested puke. An interview with an alien who talks just like we do and who loves trees? If that's the best that a person wanting disclosure can come up with - hippie tree-huggers from the stars (who probably like acoustic guitars and beards) - then God help us all. What the hell will be next? A revelation that the once-Strawberry-Ice-Cream-loving ETs have now moved onto chocolate-chip?
If this sounds like I am attacking the disclosure movement, well, yes, that's exactly what I am doing. Let's get one thing straight: the new MJ12 documents are not part of any kind of looming disclosure. They are just garbage; it really is that simple. As for those who believe (yes, it is a belief and not a fact) that disclosure is just around the corner, by now it's surely time to move on. Am I the only one bored to absolute, eternal death by endless claims that disclosure is coming soon? I can't even think about the subject without also thinking about aspects of the saga of the boy who cried wolf.
Disclosure is a popular topic today - and has been so throughout much of the 21st century. But, here's the important thing: a lot of people don't realize that disclosure has been a popular issue for decades. But, it has never happened. The late UFO researcher Leonard Stringfield talked about it in the early 1970s. For a while, he actually thought it was right on the horizon. Stringfield was wrong. In the late-1980s, Ufology was rife with rumors that the first batch of MJ12 documents amounted to the initial step towards disclosure. And what really happened? Nothing happened, that's what. The debates that are being made today were near-identical to those made back in the 80s and the 90s. And doubtful data is still part of the story.
Could disclosure one day arrive? I guess so. But, I'm not holding my breath. I would say, however, that if you place your faith in allegedly leaked, questionable documents, and you suspect that such allegedly leaked documentation is somehow going to help to bring disclosure to the table, then you're nuttier than the stuffed bellies of an entire nation of squirrels. If there are people on the inside who are pushing for disclosure, nothing less than 100 percent verifiable documentation should be accepted by the field of Ufology. If there is even just one suspicious issue in any document that is touted as being linked to disclosure, then Ufology should avoid it at all costs.
In fact, what should be done when the next batch of MJ12 documents surfaces (they will, of course, surface one day...) is not to immediately place them on the Internet, not to share them with other UFO researchers, and not even to make any kind of mention of them at all. Period. Instead, just work with them carefully and quietly. And, if something significant surfaces (such as something which finally suggests this is the real deal), continue to work solely in a behind-the-scenes fashion until you have reached the point where you can't go any further and it really is time to unveil whatever it is that you may have.
On the other hand, if you do keep those documents to yourself, and your investigation shows them to be completely bogus, well, not a single bit of harm has been done, specifically because you haven't talked about the files, you haven't posted them online, and you haven't shared them with anyone. Had that approach been taken with the latest "trees rule"-themed documents, there would not be the huge debate that is going on right now. In fact, we could all be doing something much better - like not wasting our time on a fantasy that may just have been concocted by some slobbering freak in his basement.