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He proceeds—yes—joints passed gingerly through the audience as attention becomes thoroughly sucked up in the enveloping immensity of the Screen... "Of course the military's interested in the arrangement because of their highly advanced technology and the implicit threat their superior knowledge poses to the whole safety of the planet Earth and civilization as we know it..." "But what the spacebeings are interested in is interbreeding with Earth women in order to improve their genetic stock, which has been severely damaged by nuclear holocausts on their own world..." Hopper rolls his eyes moonward in appeal to the patron of lunatics, takes another hit as Fonda in sheer mesmeric fascination moves around the campfire closer to the raptured Nicholson... "And the secret government, you know the military—industrial complex and its espionage agencies and the Council on Foreign Relations and the Illuminati and the Jason Scholars and the Club of Rome and the Bilderbergers and the Masons and the Elks and the Shriners, the secret government decides to the aliens' terms in the hopes of keeping their abduction activities to a limited basis that can be supervised, so we exchange the promise of a full list of the borrowed citizens used in their genetic experiments and returned undamaged for the guarantee of acquiring their advanced scientific knowledge so we can forge far ahead of the Russians and at the same time raise ourselves onto a par with the spacebeings. Of course," Jack continues, staring slit-eyed into the fire, "we figure these spacebeings aren't used to Earth—deals; our military figures that it's slickered these rubbery—skinned rubes from Orion and all the while it doesn't realize that it's they themselves that have been slickered." "I suppose these space dudes have fine print in their contract. ..what'd they do, have you for their attorney?" Hopper jeers, Bogarting the last of the joint that's lingered twelve eternities as an idle glow in the shadow between his fingers. "That's correct," Jack forges on, "the fine print as you so sagely remark, implicitly stated that these spacebeings had just been given carte blanche because of a little-known clause of cosmic law which was just not the Earth government's forte. And that law states that the sanctity, the internal self-contained development of a planetary culture or society cannot be violated except on invitation extended an outside agency by Lhefree will of that culture, through its overt or implicit representatives." "Come again?" Fonda interjects after what seems to be an interminable suspension of time, every audible nuance in the crackle of the campfire meticulously subdividing into separate infinities of tone... "You heard correctly my friend. It turns out that, once the invitation is extended by making a pact or treaty, the spacebeings that are negatively polarized and therefore not honorbound to observe the specific terms of any agreement are perfectly able to maraud and plunder according to the actual spirit or true character that originally sparked the agreement. Since the whole treaty was inspired in the first place by designs of military supremacy, control and conquest, the spacebeings of negative orientation take that to be the real governing terms of their own activity. So the military comes to find out that they've violated the agreement, that they're only submitting fractional lists of the actual number of unsuspecting citizens they've beer, abducting and subjecting to genetic experiments, medical examinations, brainwashing and post—hypnotic suggestion, amnesia, monitor implanting of a surgical type and so forth..." 64 T-Bird_Vs_The_Flying_saucers.htm Fonda's lids lift in puffy pantomime of the proverbial "far out"...