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Cake day: August 2nd, 2023

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  • Proof of aliens wouldn’t be your typical info that requires clearance, it would be the highest level of compartmented info. Everyone involved would need the highest security clearance. Everyone. Whoever empties the garbage cans needs to be trusted.

    This wouldn’t be like nuclear secrets or spy secrets. All you need is one or two people who believe that disclosure of aliens would benefit humanity more than the secret will protect them. You need one Edward Snowden for aliens - someone reputable to blow the whistle with hard proof of some sort.

    The amount of people that would need to keep this secret forever is astronomical. Not just the people directly involved, but any second or third degree contacts who find out would also have to keep the secret.

    The ability to maintain a secret is an inverse-square function. The more people, the longer time passes, and the less involved they are day-to-day, the more likely the security will break down. There would absolutely be deathbed confessions. Over time, the probability of disclosure happening increases towards 100%.

    This is why most conspiracy theories don’t hold water. No secret can last forever and certainly not one that big.




  • You should be ashamed of yourselves!

    Back in the driveway, we were nothing!

    Now we’ve risen to the highest level, but you’re throwin’ it all away!

    If you’ve forgotten what baseketball means to America, you have only to look at this board - the Malaka-Laka Balance Board of Trust.

    Don’t you see what we have here?

    A game where guys with bad backs and bad knees can… get together and compete on the same field as guys that are all goosed up on steroids.

    But more than anything, isn’t this game about gettin’ together with your friends and just havin’ a good time?

    I remember. I remember a long time ago, I didn’t have anybody.

    You guys took me in. I guess that’s why it kills me to see you like this.

    If we can’t be friends… then the heart and soul are out of this game. Certainly out of me. I know I’ll never get that back again.

    We have sullied the waters of the Lagoon of Peace!

    I’m begging you, for the love of our Caribbean brothers, dudes, stop this madness!