Operation Trojan Horse - John Keel-pages

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Operation Trojan Horse - John Keel-pages

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Introduction Remember the Golden Age? Where were you in the 1960s? If you were a teenaged “‘hippie’’ you may have been strumming your guitar on a street in San Francisco. If you were a “‘beatnik’’ you may have been reading your poetry in a coffee shop in Venice, California. But if you were already a true Fortean (a follower of the 1920s author Charles Fort) you were probably slogging through a forest in Oregon, searching for the legendary Bigfoot, or sitting in the dark murk around Loch Ness in Scotland, waiting for Nessie to lift his saurian head above the waters. If ‘‘flying saucers’? were your bag, you might have been lounging on a porch in Hartshorne, Oklahoma, watching the bobbing lights float by. The 1960s were the Golden Age of Forteana and wonderful things were happening everywhere. However, if you were too young or too preoccupied with the anti-war movement and other serious matters, or too zonked out on drugs in the emerging ‘‘drug culture,”’ you may have simply missed the whole age that changed our culture forever and completely revised our way of thinking about this planet and our universe. TL Ani. en she 1 RARE sine Pen A LI Ane 8 2 An Ane Thanks to that wonderful thing known as “‘hindsight,”” we can now review that long, very dramatic decade with a bit more clarity and see the things that escaped us while we were living it. That was the decade when we put a man on the moon, the decade that ended with the joyous celebration called Woodstock, when everyone was altruistically con- cerned with saving the earth and turning the human race around. Ahead of us lay Kent State, Watergate, Spiro Agnew, double-digit inflation, economic chaos, the collapse of the American farm and a thousand other horrors. Later, the 70s would be called the decade of selfishness, the ‘‘Me Decade,’’ followed by the 1980s, the decade of the real estate boom and total greed. The hippies would don button-down collars and go to work on Wall Street. The war in Vietnam would end, not because of the angry demonstrations and burning of draft cards, but because of ineptness high