UFONY #4



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UFONY                             April 1991                Volume 1, Number 4 


                  The Magazine of the Electronic Underground 

                  Against Nonsense and in Support of Reason 


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                                  An Appeal


     We of the Thundering Herd have suffered some difficulty in our pursuit of 

wide distribution for UFONY.  Is there the stench of censorship in the air?  

Have we fed into the ether bit streams that betray a want of any of the social 

graces demanded of all who would carry themselves, proudly, as troopers of the 

good society.  Fie.

     Those who style themselves the Thundering Herd have published, believe it 

or not, more than a thousand books.  They have received two Nobel Prizes and 

several Pulitzers.  One among us is a university president.  One is a Supreme 

Court justice.  One is a member of the Politburo of the Soviet Union--and a 

deep-cover mole of the Defense Intelligence Agency.  One is an astronaut.  You 

will perforce agree then, surely, that we are the Bourbaki of lettres.

     All of us in the Thundering Herd (except the mole, of course) are proud 

to be citizens of the greatest, freest nation on earth.  Well, there is the 

Netherlands, of course.  There is a lot to be said for the Netherlands.  

Anyone who has spent a few months there would testify that the Netherlands, in 

all fairness, is a very free country.  There would be no bowing of heads in 

the Netherlands in a contest of freedom versus the United States.  And 

Switzerland.  Can there be a nobler and more beautiful country on earth, where 

the bowl of heaven is a song of cleanness and of magic, where the wind stirs 

and whispers among the peaks and valleys like a young girl's winter 

petticoats?  And what about Japan?  Haven't the Japanese outperformed 

Americans in many areas?

     No, let's not quibble.  America is America, and even if her fortunes are 

in decline and her air now listing toward the gray-brown portion of the 

spectrum that is shunned by the people of other nations who are more attached 

to breathing than are we; still, America is America.  In the joyous words of 

George Burns, some years ago, to a pretty and personable acquaintance, "Long 

may it wave."

     Let's not boast then.  All of us in the Thundering Herd (again, excepting 

the mole) are proud to be citizens of the second greatest, second freest 

nation on earth.  Or possibly third.

     We asked a wretched old tennis shoe that runs a BBS that declines to 

carry UFONY, "Sir, why would you still a unique voice?  Is there no room on 

your BBS for a voice that offers fresh compositions and fresh modulations?"  

The old tennis shoe said nothing.  Its tongue lolled out, limp, soiled, 

misshapen.  We peered down into the tennis shoe.  Do you know what we saw?  

(Hint: We did not see the way; we did not see the truth; lo, we did not see 

the light.)

     Hitler happily allowed to be heard those voices that bleated words that 

did not stir his bile.  Stalin said, "Yes, comrade, it is permitted to say 

what I want to hear.  Is a free country, no?"  Pol Pot, truly a fiend's fiend 

... well, he was the exception: Pol Pot killed supporters as well as 

opponents, indiscrimately.

     Appeals to a sense of fair play mean nothing to an old tennis shoe, so we 

will not make them.  We do appeal to all our fans and to all good people 

everywhere who appreciate fairness, truth, justice, and satire to take part in 

a contest open to everybody who is not a member of the Thundering Herd or a 

relative of a member of the Thundering Herd or an associate of the firm of 

Gouge, Wimple, DeGroot, and Lesions, Attorneys-at-Law.  How do you win a prize 

in the contest?  By uploading more issues of UFONY to more BBS's than the 

losers of the contest can manage.  (May we humbly suggest that to describe 

each issue of UFONY you simply use the words in that issue that appear next to 

the stylized alien family?) 

     The Grand Prize is an all-expenses-paid trip to the star system of your 

choice (must be within the Milky Way galaxy or one of its satellite galaxies) 

on the first alien spacecraft captained by a being willing to honor a passport 

of the United States.

     First Prize is a heavy date with Peggy Bundy--if you know what we mean by 

"heavy date," and we think you do.  Those who prefer more experienced 

companionship may choose Kelly Bundy instead of Peggy Bundy.  SYSOP's may 

choose Tom Cruise instead of either of the Bundy babes.

     Second Prize is a heavy date with either (but not both) of Bart Simpson's 

parents.

     Third Prize is a heavy date with Roseanne Barr.

     Those coming in 5th through 100th in the uploading derby will receive a 

spoon bent using mind power alone by the noted psychic Uri Geller.  (Hey, if

you had his given name, you'd knock off a couple of letters too.)  These 

magnificent bent spoons come with a certficate suitable for framing and are 

normally sold at their full retail price of $75.

     Begin uploading now!  The contest ends on January 1, 1991.            



     We've decided to throw this issue of UFONY open to some of our well- 

wishers and, in fairness, to a few detractors.



Gouge, Wimple, De Groot, and Lesions, Attorneys-at-Law

666 Park Avenue South

New York, New York


Editors, UFONY Magazine:


Our client is Christine Brinkley, famed model and actress and cute, smiling 

young lady.  We are writing to you to demand that you cease and desist 

expropriating her name and her fame in your magazine.  We do not believe there 

really is a Dr. Christine Brinkley as alleged in your magazine.  If our 

suspicion in this matter proves to be misplaced, we urge upon you our position 

that your Christine Brinkley will have to change her name in order to avoid 

further confusion on the part of the public.  If we do not hear from you in 

this matter in a reasonable period of time we will be forced to consider 

seeking injunctive relief in the name of our client and to bring suit for 

damages already suffered by our client.


Our client's husband, Billy Joel, asks that if you should ever refer to him in 

your magazine that you give his correct height of 5' 11''.  He is a truly 

gifted little musician, and he is frankly tired of reading that he is less 

than five feet tall.  Mr. Joel also asks that you refrain from mentioning any 

hickeys on or about Ms. Brinkley's body.  The hickeys are, in point of fact, 

birthmarks.


                                     -o-


          Say, have you heard the story about the horribly bedraggled

     lawyer who was at the point of dying of thirst as he crawled aim-

     lessly on the desert floor and called silently for help.  Half a

     dozen buzzards circled repeatedly above him, drifting down closer to

     him as he drew nearer and nearer to death.  Finally the lawyer

     breathed his last breath and ceased moving.  The buzzards came down

     still closer and continued to hover over the remains for some 20

     minutes.  When they were finally, absolutely certain the lawyer was

     dead, they rose up into the clear blue sky on silent wings and flew

     on.

                                                    --the Thundering Herd



Lindo Beeley

Cincinnati, Ohio


Editors, UFONY Magazine:


It is not part of the American tradition to make fun of peeple's relijious 

beleafs!  We will KIL you if you donut paulajize!  We will probly KIL you even 

if you do upaulajize!  Kiling is 2 good for you!  You shoe be KIL!  You bet 

rapent before it 2 late!!


                                     -o-


          Faith is an affront to reason and an impediment to learning.

     It's a tapestry of pretense and of lies, a great patch of quicksand

     that smothers joy and swallows lives.  It's faith's skinless

     fingers that wield the whip that lashes men and women and children

     into the slaughterhouses of every war that ever turned a human being

     into a pile of ground round.

          Nobody appears to have observed, incidentally, that Septem-

     ber 17, 1990, holds special status as a 10,000,000th anniversary,

     albeit in the binary rather than the decimal system.  On Septem-

     ber 17 in the year of our Lord 1862, Americans lost more soldiers in

     battle, it's said, than on any other single day in history.  For

     several days the air over Antietam Creek took on a pinkish cast.

     And on windless mornings even today, the claim is made, if you stand

     in the middle of Bloody Lane and make no sound at all you can still

     hear the screams of those young men who were brought to early

     harvest by God at such a lascivious pace, fruits of the wasted

     brilliance of General Robert E. Lee and the endless hesitancy of

     General George B. McClellan.

          "We heard all through the war that the army 'was eager to be

     led against the enemy,'" wrote a northern soldier who fought at

     Antietam.  "It must have been so, for truthful correspondents said

     so, and editors confirmed it.  But when you came to hunt for this

     particular itch, it was always the next regiment that had it.  The

     truth is, when bullets are whacking against tree-trunks and solid

     shot are cracking skulls like egg-shells, the consuming passion in

     the breast of the average man is to get out of the way.  Between the

     physical fear of going forward and the moral fear of turning back,

     there is a predicament of exceptional awkwardness."

          You, sir, present another "predicament of exceptional awkward-

     ness," and you must also be confronted.  

          You are free to be as ignorant as you wanna be; but don't you

     dare demand that those of us who are unencumbered by your capacity

     for stupidity share your faith in a litany of plagiarized myths and

     forget that your holiest of relics are to be found in torture cham-

     bers constructed in the dark nights when faith ruled the world.  Why

     should reason and logic cringe before the chancres of faith?

     Religion is a cesspool that covers the land at least to the depths

     of your shriveled mind.  The stench of religion is everywhere.  Let

     the cleansing waters of reason flow.

          The sins of religion are not central to our charter.  UFONY is

     dedicated primarily to shedding a light on UFO nuttiness and on

     claims of paranormal happenings and powers.  Religion is, all the

     same, another leaning tower that calls for an occasional suspicious

     glance.

          Your lie about an American tradition of keeping secret the

     truth about religion's warts is grounded in ignorance.  Religion has

     been considered a worthy target since the day George Washington

     piloted the Mayflower into Pearl Harbor.  It's only during the last

     generation, coincident with the metastasis of fundamentalism in

     America, that delicate dears such as yourself have felt driven to

     pass wind at the first hint that the heresy of religion might be a

     freak and a blight.

          For an example of America's real heritage, savor these words

     from ROUGHING IT by Mark Twain, the greatest writer America has

     produced:

          "All men have heard of the Mormon Bible, but few except the

     'elect' have seen it, or, at least, taken the trouble to read it.  I

     brought away a copy from Salt Lake.  The book is a curiosity to me,

     it is such a pretentious affair, and yet so 'slow,' so sleepy, such

     an insipid mess of inspiration.  It is chloroform in print.  If

     Joseph Smith composed this book, the act was a miracle--keeping

     awake while he did it was, at any rate....

          "The book seems to be merely a prosy detail of imaginary

     history, with the Old Testament for a model; followed by a tedious

     plagiarism of the New Testament.  The author labored to give his

     words and phrases the quaint, old-fashioned sound and structure of

     our King James's translation of the Scriptures; and the result is a

     mongrel....  Whenever he found his speech growing too modern--which

     was about every sentence or two--he ladled in a few such scriptural

     phrases as 'exceeding sore,' 'and it came to pass,' etc., and made

     things satisfactory again.  'And it came to pass' was his pet.  If

     he had left that out, his Bible would have been only a pamphlet."

          No, Lindo.  The notion that America has a tradition of treating

     religion as too lily-livered to be appraised rationally, is a fic-

     tion invented by those who do your unthinking for you.             

                                                    --the Thundering Herd



Penny Moedog Toot

Pacific Palisades, CA


Editors, UFONY Magazine:


You have used several bad words in your magazine, and I think you should 

apologize to your readers.  Some of us appreciate good taste, you know.  And 

what would happen if little kids got hold of your magazine and read those bad 

words?


                                     -o-


          Speaking of little kids, you'll no doubt be pleased to learn

     that the Thundering Herd, in its quest to keep UFONY afloat, now

     offers for sale a line of hard rubber practice toddlers designed to

     appeal in particular to owners of pit bulls.  These practice

     toddlers are life-size, fully vulcanized, and of the highest

     quality.  Cost is a very reasonable $39.95 apiece, plus shipping.

          If you have any other concerns, don't hesitate to give us a

     toot.

                                                    --the Thundering Herd



Central Intelligence Agency

Langley, Virginia


Alpha Seven, Control Ten Niner

EYES ONLY


Editors, UFONY Magazine:

    

Congrats!  Your project to enhance the breadth of the recent efforts at 

disinformation foisted upon the American public shows great promise.  Never 

let pass a chance to degrade the reps of those who see the expeditionary 

craft.  So many sightings, so many landings, so many cross-breeding 

abductions.  The lid is really getting awfully loose.  That's the feeling here 

at Langley.  Imagine if the people ever find out the whole truth.  Probably 

have our hides.  Not to even think about the heavy charges that would be 

thrown against Ford.


                                     -o-


          Hey, watch it with the memos, Alpha Seven.  Loose lips ship

     sinks.  Loose ships lip synch.  Lipschitz sucks Chinks.  Aw, what-

     ever the hell, you know what we mean.

                                                    --the Thundering Herd



Mortimer Scobb

Biloxi, Mississippi


Editors, UFONY Magazine:


I never seen no nekkid alien woman with three breasts in nary a one of your 

issues.  What goes?  Am I missing something?


                                     -o-


          We all hope so, Reverend Scobb.

          We were going to include the really astonishing Scratch 'N Sniff

     feature in this issue, but now you've gone and used up all the room

     we had available.  Some people.

          Just for you, Rev:


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                                                    --the Thundering Herd



                                                 




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