Did you know that the 1988 Disney classic Who Framed Roger Rabbit? is not actually based on a true story? That the Hollywood of 1947 was not a place in which humans and cartoon characters coexisted? That there was no massive government psy-op to cover up the truth of the existence of “Toon Town” in the subsequent decades? Don’t listen to the power structure that is the Joe Rogan Experience podcast. They’re lying to you, man. They’re trying to pull the wool over your eyes and claim that the movie itself was a major component of the op – to “fictionalize” what was once real before the government in the 1950s systematically wiped out all the real live toons and then dumped chemicals into the water supply to make people forget about them. The qui bono is clear: Rogan and his pals have a major financial incentive to make you believe that Roger Rabbit, his smoking hot wife Jessica, and all the other toons existed as part of our material reality eight decades ago.

It’s all a setup. Rogan and his pals are just trying to accrue more streams to increase their influence so they can sell you tropical-flavored THC gummies, “BetterHelp” AI psychotherapy subscriptions, “Dr Squatch” men’s soap, and other shit from startup brands that pay upwards of $120,000 per sponsor ad break to reach the bro demo. All this shit about “opening your eyes to the truth” is simply to further enrich Rogan and perpetuate a consumerist culture that keeps you poor and stupid.

WAKE UP PEOPLE!!! ROGAN IS LAUGHING AT YOU AS HIS WEALTH INCREASES EVERY EPISODE!!!

In all seriousness this show’s fucking insufferable and it’s debatable just how much of an exaggeration the Roger Rabbit bit truly was. The inanity, the selective application of skepticism and parsimony, the pseudo-intellectual circlejerking, and, of course, the politics of continuing to polish convicted felon President Trump’s little nub even though it’s beyond fucking obvious that Donald is not the clarion of truth and transparency that Rogan spent the last few years hyping him as.

However much the maverick podcaster beloved for sharp-witted, game-changing insights such as that the No Kings protestors are “retards” is – well since he used the word – essentially a retard (and actually is enriching himself by making swathes of Americans just as fucking dumb and mentally dysfunctional as him), there’s a greater and more important truth out there. A reality that they don’t want your consciousness to inhabit, one that threatens their power, and all those other cliches:

Owls aren’t bulletproof. That something so goddamned obvious need be said is the fertile ground on which the shit flowers of Roganism, Trumpism, QAnon, and all the other strains of conspiracy culture that have terminally poisoned American politics over the last decade with no signs of abating.

It’s a neat shibboleth for the legitimate perfidy of certain “experts”: those who would assert their authority on a controversial subject without, you know, actually earning it by respecting the intelligence of those in the audience. The contempt that ultimately brought us the societal harms begat the defiance of “belief” in absolute fucking horseshit like the miracle healing powers of ivermectin, the evils of 5G waves, and the epidemic of schoolchildren identifying as cats.

And though irony is dead, its spirit lives on in the origins of “the debate” over the properties of strigiformic bodily tissue’s ballistic resilience: Deep in what we now know as MAGAmerica, in Christian County, Kentucky (not making that up, it’s literally called Christian County). Poor, 70 percent non-Latino white, went for the tinfoil-hatter-in-chief by 34 percent in 2024, and so on.

It started the night of August 21st, 1955 as an itinerant carney by the name of Billy Ray Taylor was staying with his friends in the Sutton-Lankford clan at their indoor-plumbing-free house that sat in a heavily wooded holler between the towns of Kelly and Hopkinsville. Taylor walked out to the well to retrieve some water for the family when he saw what he later described as a flying saucer, descending from the sky and disappearing behind some trees about a half-mile away. Upon his return, Taylor excitedly told the family what he’d witnessed – much to their disbelief and derision.

The laughter at the carney’s otherworldly claim died down and the family, reportedly eight adults and three children were at the home, went about their evening… until the dogs began barking.

What happened then is one of the most infamous episodes in UFO canon: For the next two hours Billy Ray and Lucky and Elmer Sutton armed themselves and unloaded round after round after round into what they claimed were three or four small humanoid creatures with large ears who repeatedly attempted to approach the house. The family then jumped into their vehicles and drove to the Hopkinsville Police Department, each of the adults telling the cops the same consistent story, prompting them to send several officers to accompany the Sutton-Lankfords back to the home.

Then military police from a nearby installation showed up and it’s not clear if anyone with the police department had actually contacted them. Windows were shattered, spent casings were all over the place, and a cop observed a luminescent patch on the ground where of the alleged intruders had been shot. Either no sample was taken – or there was and it got “lost” God knows when or where.

Cops found the Suttons to be credible and more importantly sober. No evidence of any alcohol consumption was present at the scene. But a search of the surrounding area revealed no presence of the small “goblin”-like beings lurking in the woods and eventually they departed.

Then more shots rang out through the night. The family stayed awake until dawn before packing up and leaving. Matriarch Glennie Lankford relocated to an apartment in Hopkinsville, her adult kids stuck around intermittently and began charging gawkers 50 cents each to enter the property, $1 for info, and $10 for photographs but this was very fleeting and within three weeks it had been completely abandoned. The next time any had profited from the incident was in 2007 when Elmer’s daughter Geraldine, born in 1961, published “Alien Legacy,” a book detailing the story secondhand.

It’s up to you as to whether or not the Suttons were credible. Or the cops who investigated the scene – and notably did not include any details about the corpses of freshly shot owls littering the property in their report. You do not have to actually believe that aliens with large ears landed in Kentucky and proceeded to terrorize folks whose descendants are extremely likely to be MAGA voters. If you are uncomfortable with the idea of a literal alien invasion (albeit one of limited scope) having taken place in rural Kentucky in 1955 you can just shrug and say “I don’t know” and then go about your day. There’s no shame in simply disengaging from what is obviously a fraught proposition. This is asking a lot of you to entertain in what’s already a fucked up world.

However what you should absolutely NOT do, is propagate this kind of absolute garbage, printed in the December 2006 edition of Skeptical Inquirer, by “researcher” Joe Nickell:

Nickell should be kicked in the balls once for writing that – and then thrice more for adding the “What a hoot!” at the end. Seriously, what a fucking arrogant cocksucker who one can only hope (if he’s still alive) expresses frustration that UFO belief if anything has found far more purchase in American culture in the years since, without looking in the mirror and perceiving that maybe, just maybe, telling them that owls are bulletproof might have been just slightly counterproductive. That maybe the “could haves” in that shit are doing far more work than the “could haves” in your median episode of Ancient Aliens are. Then again anyone with a capacity for introspection and self-awareness would probably have simply not printed that article in the first place.

Now who gives a fuck who Joe Nickell is. It’s not that smarmy prick personally but the edifice of what he represents, what MAGAmericans call “THEY,” as in the power structure in academia and mainstream entertainment culture that keeps them down, tells them their Dollar Tree Oliver Stone scripts are incomprehensible bullshit, wags the finger and correctly tells them that DEI isn’t the reason why NASA hired an Asian-American Harvard Medical School grad Navy SEAL with a pilot certification for their astronaut program (that guy’s real, by the way), and just generally mocks them.

It’s an establishment whose past sins – like giving three different, mutually-exclusive, determinations on why John F Kennedy was assassinated, brought us the Iran-Contra scandal and the atrocity of the Oxycontin epidemic, and so on – gives license to the grifters and scumbags to create their own, far more nihilistic, information economy in which deliberate ignorance is a virtue.

A place where these fucking chodes didn’t even look at the actual photo – forget basic research on how ballots are designed in the state of New York – to see that it wasn’t “rigged” for the Dem:

WTF is happening?

— Gunther Eagleman™ (@GuntherEagleman) November 4, 2025

(Curtis Sliwa was also on the ballot twice in that pic.)

No, there’s no undoing the damage of the Iraq WMD lies that MAGA boomers who proudly voted twice for George W Bush now cite as a reason why the government could not be trusted to fairly prosecute Trump for stealing classified documents from the White House. Yes, Rogan, Musk, Benny Johnson, and all the rest of the edgleord propagandist grifter class are pitifully weak men who literally make shit up to confirm their priors so it’s extremely fair, even necessary to question whether all this is worth ruminating or whether there’s any way out of this bottomless cesspool.

Honesty, integrity, and – importantly here – the circumspection and modesty to be able to man up simply say “We don’t know” when confronted with something that defies conventional explanations is, to put it mildly, in tension in a capitalist society that still has quasi-competitive elections, not to mention faces determined opposition from abroad that is not as bound to norms or pluralism.

That is, admittedly, very vague and capacious – on top of the whole feasibility thing. But you’ll also know it when you see it: That owls aren’t bulletproof. Make it the first step toward something to dent the permission structure in which Josh Hawley once (correctly) felt it politically viable to sane-wash nonsense about dead Venezuelan dictator Hugo Chavez’s digitally uploaded brain hacking into Dominion Voting Systems machines and stealing the 2020 election from Trump.

After four years of being told that the last election was fake and that Donald Trump wasn't really elected, Senator Hawley said it's unbelievable that the Left is now trying to tell 74 MILLION Americans that their concerns about election fraud and integrity do not matter. pic.twitter.com/rk8OeOKY8v

— Senator Hawley Press Office (@SenHawleyPress) December 17, 2020

Those were “concerns” as much as owls make a metallic noise when you shoot them.

And as much as this is about calibrating one’s skepticism and bullshit radar within non-MAGAmerica it’ll be absolutely essential to turn it out and pair it with some good old fashioned “This you?”

After all, this sort of horseshit from “Perplexity AI” was what prompted this piece, the actual fairly alarming discovery that the biggest AIs are trained on content that includes Joe Nickell’s stupid article and regurgitates it as though it were conventional wisdom. There’s zero practical way of diagnosing the depth of this problem other than to say that they are fundamentally compromised with that kind of anodyne garbage that they’ll just keep doubling down on.

Which just might kind of seriously exacerbate the reflexive mistrust of “establishment” institutions among the Rogan-Musk “question it all” douchebros sick of your gay libtarded norms and facts.

*Resuming Woody Harrelson in 2012 voice*

It goes all the way to the top, man. If you didn’t want to risk getting brainwashed by Rogan clip above, at 4:29 there’s an exchange that reveals the tentacles of the globalist woke-topus.