From: GT McCoy <gtmccoy.nul>
Date: Wed, 19 May 2004 14:08:19 -0700
Fwd Date: Thu, 20 May 2004 12:20:20 -0400
Subject: Re: Abduct My Wallet: Confessions Of A UFO Hoaxer


>From: Frank Warren <frank-warren.nul>
>To: UFO UpDates - Toronto <ufoupdates.nul>
>Date: Tue, 18 May 2004 17:30:27 -0700
>Subject: Abduct My Wallet: Confessions Of A UFO Hoaxer

>Source: Uselessknowledge.com

>http://www.useless-knowledge.com/articles/apr/may087.html

>05-18-04


Hello All,

I had some inkling Mr. Shargel wasn't legit, but this confirms my
suspicions.

>Abduct My Wallet: Confessions of a UFO Hoaxer

>By Lee Shargel

>The Aliens are coming! The Aliens are coming! Folks don't
>believe it. The only aliens that are coming are sneaking under a
>fence somewhere along the Texas border. How can I be so sure?
>Well, for one thing we've caught a few of them and they don't
>have tentacles, ray guns or flying saucers. What they do have is
>bad breath, bad directions and a pocket full of jallopenos.
>Sorry, no mystery here.

Hmm. a little ah, prejudiced here. Funny too Hah hah.

>In 1996, I wrote a science fiction novel entitled "Voice in the
>Mirror." It was a fictional story about the discovery of life on
>another planet. The other planet was Earth. Yes, they discovered
>us. Now that's a switch. In my pursuit to find a publisher, I
>found that I was gathering enough rejection slips to wallpaper
>my house. Since, my wife felt that the rejection slip pattern
>did not fit the decor, I decided it was time for a different
>approach to this publising game. So, Doctor Lee Shargel, Top
>Secret NASA scientist was born.

So the birth of a Gobbels-like 'Big Lie' was born, too assuming
people are generally stupid.However some are not.

>I decided that the best way to get the book published was to
>make the slightest inference that it just might be real. Lo and
>behold, the New Age publishers were beating down my door. I
>secured a publisher and a nice (if not small) advance check. I
>was ready to meet the world as a fictional Top Secret NASA
>scientist and holder of a PhD in Egyptian Quantum Mechanics.
>(That degree was made up in a pinch, but it, too, worked) I got
>an agent and a manager who were only to eager to cash in on the
>UFO craze. But first it required a plan.

Of course the is no such thing as "Egyptian Quantum Mechanics"
and a non-gullible scientifically trained or at least astute,
person would know that.

However, there is _prey_ out there for the predators. However
the diner sometimes becomes the dinee...

>I was booked into a UFO convention in Philadelphia were I
>presented photos of the actual spacship that had crashed in
>Roswell, New Mexico. I blew them away with showmanship and P.T.
>Barnum hucksterisms. And I'll be darned, it worked. I thought,
>"Hey, there's money to be mined in these Black Hills of Alien
>Wonder." Note: Around this time our little blue planet had a
>celestial visitor named Hale-Bopp. So, thinking I should jump on
>the comet bandwagon, I rode the tail of this comet all the way
>to the bank and stopped off briefly for a two hour stint on Art
>Bell's Coast to Coast radio broadcast where I stated with a sci-
>fi preface that a "Companion" was following the comet. This
>created quite a stir and unbeknownst to me then, was heard by a
>small group of people in San Diego, who called themselves,
>Heaven's Gate.

Are you sorry, remorseful or are these folks also at the level of
your "Aliens" so sneeringly referenced above?

>I was invited to be the guest speaker at the
>International UFO Congress's annual meeting held in Laughlin,
>Nevada. There I would bring the audience to tears with my tales
>of abductions, governemnt conspiracies, photos of flying saucers
>(created in Hollywood of all places) Dolphinoid Aliens (Yeah
>that was one of my best) and a little piece of alien spacecraft.
>I saw first hand how these Alien Carnival barkers were picking
>the pockets (just as I was unashamedly doing at the time) of the
>thousands of attendees that travelled from all over the world
>and beyond, (Hey, you never know) to have their ears tickled by
>speculation and out right lies. As far as I was concerned, this
>was the height of entertainment. Everything was going fine until
>it was discovered that I was encroaching on the territory and
>the profits of this alien mafia.

Yes there are carnies in every human endeavor, you sir should
know. Oh, name names, by the way so we of the great
unwashed,credulous, groundlings may have your opinion of the
kettles form the pot himself?

>I was accosted by the UFO congressional leadership, (who voted
>for these BOZOS anyway?) who threatened my very existence unless
>I was to cease and desist from this foul game I was playing.
>They had this turf covered and there was no room for the likes
>of me. Oh, unless I wanted to share the profits of my alien
>gotten gain. I refused and was banished to Bogeyland. (That's
>internet Hell in case you were wondering.)

The diner becomes the dinee, apparently.

>And so as they say, the rest is history. I was cast into the
>abyss of the remainder pile at my local bookstore, forced to
>tolerate the myriad of lies written about me and posted on the
>internet and finally suffered the greatest of humilations, my
>publisher took the money and ran! Well, I rebounded in cool New
>York style. (I am from the Bronx!) I began writing magazine
>articles and screenplays again. I started a feature film
>company, FilmWorks LSD ("Indie Filmmaking - It's a Trip!") and I
>have a new book coming out that has absolutely nothing to do
>with aliens or the pickpockets that represent them. Now, Ain't
>that America?

Pickpockets? Gee I didn't know that folks like Stan, Dick, Wendy,
Bruce, Don L. and Don E., and others too numerous to mention,
not wanting to slight anyone, are getting rich over the unwashed
fools like myself that acutally have the temerity to want to
understand what I and others saw on a Eastern Oregon night so long
ago.

I hope you sleep well, Mr. Shargel. I couldn't.


GT McCoy