Keyboardist and vocalist Norio Hayakawa’s ONE-MAN BAND, available for local gigs and parties in New Mexico

People ask me what kind of live music I perform as a ONE-MAN BAND.  Basically, I am a Country & Western singer.  But I also enjoy singing all kinds of songs, from Standard Pop Songs to the 50s, 60s and 70s Rock’n’Roll songs, Latin music, New Mexico music, Italian and German songs and Hawaiian songs.  I only perform the music of the 50s, 60s and 70s, music geared towards Senior Citizens, such as myself.  Here are some of my favorites from my repetoire of about 400 songs, all of them are Oldies But Goodies music.

Pop songs:




NEW YORK, NEW YORK  (Frank Sinatra)


STAND BY ME  (Ben E. King)


RUBY TUESDAY   (The Rolling Stones)




PROUD MARY   (Credence Clearwater Revival)

JOHNNY B. GOODE   (Chuck Berry)



SWINGING DOORS   (Merle Haggard)

A GOOD HEART WOMAN   (Waylon Jennings)

YOU ASKED ME TO   (Waylon Jennings)

NIGHT LIFE   (Willie Nelson)














My jam session at home is not as good as my live performance at various venues:

Another jam session at home, which is not as good as my actual live performance at various venues:


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A classic documentary about America’s UFO culture – – Area 51 paranoia of the 1990s

Courtesy of UFOTV – The Disclosure Network

Featuring Bob Lazar LIVE

Take a journey with us to go where few have ever gone before!

To know the truth that we are not alone in the universe and that there is an extraterrestrial presence engaging the planet Earth.

Meet the people who live in and around the small community of Rachel, Nevada, USA, the only human outpost, next to the US government’s most highly secret military test facility most commonly referred to as Area 51 and S4 (Sector-4), where it is believed that the US Government continues to test alien UFO technology.

See what it’s like to live next to Area 51 and hear from the locals about Area 51 and what it’s like to live at the end of the Alien Highway, a place where the night sky always continues to hold a UFO and Alien/ET mystery.



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Are aliens in UFOs paraphysical extradimensional entities?

Are aliens in UFOs paraphysical extradimensional entities?  – – by Norio Hayakawa, October 14, 2018:

Personally I believe this to be the case, even though it seems impossible to prove this by science as we understand it.

Therefore this is simply in the realm of personal belief.

I happen to believe in the existence of what I describe as paraphysical extradimensional sentient entities who are capable of temporarily materializing and dematerializing at will to a pre-selected observer or a group of observers  (i.e, the “experiencers”)  for reasons yet unknown, simply presenting to them as a physical extraterrestrial phenomenon and visitation.

Some people describe them as “interdimensional”, i.e., denoting their ability to interact between their dimension and ours.   I like to use the term “extradimensional”, i.e., simply denoting their origin as from outside our physical dimension.

Some researchers point out that these entities with their “UFOs” seem to be able to affect our physical parameters (such as radar, etc.).

However, I personally believe that their intrusion into our physical realm is limited to a very brief period of time  (such as a few seconds or a few minutes at a time).

In other words, I am talking about their inability to survive in our physical dimension, except for a very brief period of time.

What are their intentions?

Are some of them benevolent by nature?

Are some of them malevolent?

I have proposed all of the above because, as much as we like to believe, the UFO phenomenon does not seem to represent any conclusive evidence whatsoever of actual physical ET visitations.

So far, there is not a single, physical, tangible, solid as well as credible documentary evidence whatsoever that we have ever been visited by physical extraterrestrial biological entities in any physical extraterrestrial spacecraft of any kind.

The big question is “Are we the only sentient, intelligent physical biological entities in this entire universe?”

Unfortunately, we just do not know yet – – and this is the best answer we can give for right now.

The bottom line is that, so far, we have not come up with any concrete evidence whatsoever that there are intelligent, sentient, physical extraterrestrial biological entities commonly known as “Aliens” anywhere.

But is “life” limited to just physical, sentient, intelligent biological existence in this humongous universe?

Maybe there could be countless number of sentient, paraphysical entities of extradimensional origin in this huge cosmos – – that could include both the benevolent and the malevolent kinds.


Now, let’s talk about the UFO phenomenon itself  in general.

As I stated earlier,  the UFO phenomenon seems to be real.   There is no question about it.

By the way, the phenomenon itself is not new.

It has existed since time immemorial.

There are historical records of people seeing strange objects in the skies, throughout history, such as “flying shields”:

The depiction of the objects seen seems to correspond to the cultural as well as technological understanding of the people of each era.   In modern times, the objects seen seem to be more aerodynamic in form.

In the late 1700s and early 1800s, people reported seen strange objects that appeared to be huge, rather crude-looking airships:

Later on, actual airships and other dirigibles were built by the U.S.

In the early 1980s when the U.S. was testing prototypes of stealth aircraft, there were many reports of humongous flying triangular craft over the East coast, which had nothing to do with prototypes being tested by the U.S. Air Force:

Reported humongous triangular craft  (sometimes reported to be 3 or 4 times the size of a football field)  hovered absolutely silently in the night skies:

No, they did not belong to the U.S. Air Force.



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If extraterrestrials are out there, why haven’t we found them?

by Seth Shostak, Senior Astronomer, SETI – – June 18, 2018


Where is everybody?

For those who want to understand why we haven’t found any space aliens, the Fermi Paradox is as popular as cheeseburgers.  First proposed by physicist Enrico Fermi in 1950, this perennial head-scratcher rests on the idea that it would take only a few tens of millions of years for an advanced civilization to colonize the Milky Way — leaving their mark on every last star system in the galaxy.

So why hasn’t some ambitious race of aliens done that?  After all, the Milky Way is three times older than Earth, so they’ve had plenty of opportunity to finish the project.  We should see outposts of someone’s galactic empire in every direction.  Why don’t we?

As Fermi put it, “Where is everybody?

A Russian physicist named A.A. Berezin recently addressed this cosmic conundrum in a short paper.  He thinks he knows why we haven’t espied aliens.  Mind you, he’s not the first.  The Fermi Paradox has prompted dozens if not hundreds of explanations.  One possibility is that colonizing the galaxy is simply too costly.  Or maybe alien societies are out there, but we lack the instruments to find them.  Others favor the idea that extraterrestrials find Homo sapiens inconsequential and juvenile — so they keep a low profile and avoid us.

Berezin suggests something else.  He presumes that at some point in the 13.8 billion years since the Big Bang, an extraterrestrial civilization managed to develop the capability to travel between the stars.  Soon thereafter, they embarked on a project to spread out.  But as they — or their robot underlings — took over the galaxy, they eradicated everyone else.  Some of this might have been inadvertent, in the same way that construction crews mindlessly obliterate ants.

Does this sound like a variation on Douglas Adams’ “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy,” in which Earth is unintentionally destroyed to make way for a hyperspace bypass?  Well, it’s the same basic idea.  But unlike Adams’ story, Berezin’s doesn’t make much sense.  To begin with, it’s unclear how this suggestion really differs from the original paradox.  If some ancient society of Galactans took over our galaxy (and maybe all the nearby galaxies too — there’s been time enough), why don’t we see evidence of that?

By 200 A.D., the Roman Empire had infested nearly all the lands edging the Mediterranean.  If you were living within the empire, you’d definitely know it — you could find fluted architecture just about everywhere.  So if the Galactans have been all over the place, why don’t we notice?  In addition, these hypothesized alien colonists couldn’t just sweep through the Milky Way once and leave it at that.  A new species — such as Homo sapiens — might arise at any time, offering a new challenge to imperial dominance and forcing the Galactans to clean house again.

Keeping control of the galaxy would be an endless project, and one that couldn’t be managed from some central “headquarters.”  Even at the speed of light, it takes tens of thousands of years to get from one random spot in the Milky Way to another.  Compare that to the response time for Rome — the time between learning that there was trouble afoot and getting their armies in place to confront it.  That was typically weeks, not tens of thousands of years.

Ask yourself: Would the Roman Empire have existed if the legions took centuries or more to trudge to Germania every time the troublesome Alemanni crossed the Rhine?  Germania would cease being Roman before you could say “barbarian.”

It seems clear that Galactans would have to adopt the Roman strategy: Station some defensive infrastructure throughout the Milky Way so it’s possible to deal with problems quickly.  Sounds easy, but it would present a difficult logistical problem.  How do you adequately maintain and update such a massive network when travel times are measured in millennia?

Berezin’s idea of how to resolve the puzzle presented by the Fermi Paradox seems neither more convincing nor more plausible than many of the others.  It replaces one paradox with another by arguing that the galaxy is, indeed, inhabited everywhere by a pervasive culture that presumably sprang up billions of years ago but somehow manages to evade all our detection efforts.

The paradox continues to fuel many lunchtime conversations, which at least is a nice diversion from gossip or politics.  But if we someday find a signal from space, Fermi’s question will become nothing more than an historical curiosity — a bit of misplaced musing that confounded Homo sapiens for a few decades.

Meanwhile the aliens — and who could doubt they exist? — keep their own company.




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My best shots of beautiful New Mexico, U.S.A., using my cellphone camera

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – I never get tired of looking at the majestic Sandia Mountains – – taken on January 14, 2019 at 5 p.m. in Rio Rancho, with the Village of Corrales in the background – – taken with my iPhone 6 camera.   All the photos below were taken with my iPhone 6 camera)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – THIS IS THE REASON WHY I LOVE NEW MEXICO, USA – – from Rio Rancho, January 2, 2019, with the Sandia Mountains in the background, temperature 23 degrees F, -5 degrees C)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – Happy New Year, 2019!! – – The snow finally stopped tonight.  It’s about time.  Some folks will have to go back to work in the morning – – from Rio Rancho, January 1, 2019, 8:30 pm., looking across the street from our residence. It’s cold, 17 degrees F (-9 degrees C)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – the Sandia Mountains and the lights of Bernalillo, New Mexico, as seen from The Prairie Star, just north of Hwy 550, 5:20 pm, December 16, 2018.  A comfortable 48 degrees F  –  9 degrees C) 

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – I’ll spend the rest of my life here in New Mexico – – the majestic Manzano Mountains way in the distance, as seen from Albuquerque’s west side, Nov. 27, 2018, 4:45 pm – – you can see downtown in the distance, temperature 47 F (8 C)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – Waiting to turn into pink….the Sandia Mountains as seen from west of Universe and Paseo del Norte, with Albuquerque way in the distance to the right, taken on November 25, 2018)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – I can’t help looking at the majestic Sandia Mountains at least once a day – – taken from the east edge of Rio Rancho, looking over the west portion of the village of Corrales, Nov. 19, 2018, 4 pm – – Corrales has a population of 10,000 – Rio Rancho 100,000 and Albuquerque to the right (not visible in this photo, has a population of 600,000. The entire population of spacious New Mexico is only about 2 million people, and it hasn’t changed much for quite some time)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – Sandia Mountains in the distance as seen from the Rio Grande – – November 14, 2018, 4 p.m. – – taken from Riverview Park in Albuquerque’s west side, temperature 44 degrees F, 7 degrees C.   The bluish color of Rio Grande was simply a reflection of the blue sky above….Rio Grande was as muddy color as ever.

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – Albuquerque’s downtown area, as seen from right next to the Rio Grande – – November 14, 2018, 4 p.m., from Riverview Park on the west side – – temperature 44 degrees F   (7 degrees C)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – Morning shot of the Manzano Mountains in the distance – – November 7, 2018, 10 a.m., from Albuquerque’s Central Avenue and the Rio Grande bridge).

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – Early evening shot of the volcanoes in the distance – – November 5, 2018, taken from Albuquerque’s Central Avenue and the Rio Grande bridge)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – my favorite Cabezon Peak in the distance to the right – – November 1, 2018, 1:30 p.m., taken from Hwy 550 between San Ysidro and Cuba)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – Taken from Hwy 550, between San Ysidro and Cuba, November 1, 2018, 1:45 p.m., temperature 55 F – 12 C)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – Sandia Mountains covered with clouds again – – October 30, 2018, 6:30 pm, from Unser and Paseo del Norte in Albuquerque’s west side, as folks rush to their homes after work – – taken with my iPhone 6 camera – – all the photos below were taken with my iPhone 6 camera)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – clouds over the Sandia Mountains and the lights of Albuquerque in the distance – – October 30, 2018, 6:30 pm, taken from near Unser and Paseo del Norte on the west side.)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – Just outside of Jemez Pueblo, New Mexico, USA – – Absolutely beautiful weather, temperature 68 F (20 C) – – October 19, 2018, 3 p.m.)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – Weather back to normal again here in New Mexico, USA – – blue skies are back – – October 19, 2018, 3 p.m., taken in San Ysidro, temperature 68 F  (20 C)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – Ominous clouds continue to cover Sandia Mountaintop – – October 17, 2018, 4:30 p.m., taken from the eastern edge of Rio Rancho, overlooking the western portion of the Village of Corrales,  population 10,000 – – temperature 55 F (12 C)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – –  Sandia Mountaintop still covered with ominous clouds – – October 17, 2018, 3 p.m., taken from Corrales, New Mexico, USA )

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – Dreary clouds over Albuquerque, New Mexico, in the distance. – – taken from Rio Rancho – – October 16, 2018, 3 p.m., temperature 10 degrees C (50 degrees F) 

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – A ray of light from the cloud, together with balloons on this dreary morning in Rio Rancho, New Mexico, USA – – October 11, 2018, 7 a.m.)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – Sandia sunset, New Mexico, USA, as seen from the eastern edge of Rio Rancho, October 10, 2018, 7 p.m., temperature 17 degrees C (63 degrees F) 

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – An ancient warrior watching over the Manzano Mountains and Albuquerque in the distance – – October 10, 2018, 2 p.m. from Boca Negra petroglyph site of Albuquerque’s west side, New Mexico, USA.)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – Signs of autumn here in Albuquerque, New Mexico, taken on October 8, 2018, 1:15 p.m. at the Sandia Crest, temperature 1 degree C  (34 degrees F), cold and foggy)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – Signs of autumn here in Albuquerque, New Mexico – – taken at the Sandia Crest, October 8, 2018, 1 p.m., temperature 1 degree C  (34 degrees F), cold and foggy)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – This is why I love Rio Rancho, New Mexico, U.S.A. – -Sandia Mountains at sunset, taken from Rio Rancho, October 4, 2018, 6:45 p.m.)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – Sandia Mountains and the lights of Albuquerque in the distance, taken fro Rio Rancho, September 24, 2018, 7:20 p.m.)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – Lights of Albuquerque in the distance, taken from Rio Rancho, September 24, 2018, 7:15 p.m.)

(CLICK ABOVE FOR ENLARGEMENT – – My first use of a cellphone camera (iPhone 6 camera) – – taken on September 23, 2018, 7:30 p.m., from the eastern edge of Rio Rancho, looking at the Sandia Mountains and Albuquerque in the distance.)



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Looking at the Bob Lazar story from the perspective of 2018 – – by Tom Mahood


Looking at the Bob Lazar story from the perspective of 2018

by Tom Mahood:


I really don’t want to be writing this as I have way better things to do.  I thought I happily left all this crap in my rear view mirror 20 years ago, but apparently not.  Recently, I’ve noted an increasing number of visitors to the ancient Bluefire part of my website , coming from the /UFOs section of Reddit.  Seems like they were looking for information on Bob Lazar.

Tracking the links back to Reddit, I was surprised to find a number of current discussions on Lazar and his veracity.  Sadly, there were quite a few posts saying how they believed Lazar’s story and he was the “real deal”.  And I’m pretty sure many of those posters were small kids or not even born when all this Lazar stuff first went down years ago (Ummmm….What’s a “newsgroup”??).  This was all news to me, as I quit following the subject 20 or so years ago when I started my graduate work in Physics and realized the basic science elements of Lazar’s tale were something well beyond wrong, and moved in other directions.

I have a great love of subtlety and in hindsight I’m afraid my final Lazar postings were lost on some.  I pretty much laid the real story all out in pieces, and sort of assumed people would connect it.  I apparently was wrong, and a hammer was required.  What follows is the hammer, probably what I should have written 20 years ago, and then I’m done with this damn subject….forever  (I can dream, can’t I?).

First and foremost, I need to touch on the basic science in Lazar’s tale.  In the world of scientific research the harshest insult that can be leveled against someone’s work is that the person “is not even wrong”.  In other words, the research or theory is so bad it really can’t even be discussed coherently.  If I were feeling charitable, and I’m not, I suppose Lazar’s story may just barely reach the “not even wrong” level.

Now as someone with a real Masters in Physics  (with a focus on gravitation, no less!)  I could go on for many pages pissing all over Lazar’s nonsensical tale.  But it would have to become very technical and the hardcore Lazar believers would not be swayed, so why should I bother?

But this quicky should be easy for anyone to understand…..Recall that Lazar surfaced with his tale well before gravitational wave observatories, such as LIGO, VIRGO, GEO 600 and TAMA, had even been designed, much less made operational.  If Lazar’s saucers did indeed operate like he claimed, grabbing distant portions of spacetime and pulling it toward them, they would generate enough gravitational waves to knock the observatories’ interferometer mirrors off their damn mounts. OK, maybe a slight exaggeration, but any near-Earth operations of the saucers described by Lazar would result in huge gravitational wave signals.  Wait…..Unless the observatories are part of the coverup!!! Um….nope.

Aside from dealing with Lazar’s science being absolute rubbish, I also need to discuss what those glowing objects, seen by many over Groom Lake, actually were.  They were, as I apparently didn’t lay out forcefully enough 20 years ago, the result of the operation of a proton beam device.  I repeat….they were goddamned particle beams!!!  There, having said that I feel much better.

Now I didn’t exactly pull that theory out of my ass.  It was, um….suggested to me that I might want to pay a visit to my university library and look up something called the Bragg Curve.  In essence, it relates how far charged particles can penetrate into matter given their initial energy.

To be honest, my response was “Huh?  What does this have to do with anything?”.  The result was something along the lines of “OK, moron, pull a certain dusty, old physics reference book and look at the Bragg Curve equations on pages so and so”.  I dutifully followed my instructions, and after staring at the equations for about 20 minutes the skies opened and the rain of understanding soaked me.  It was truly an “Ohhhh shiiiiit” moment.  I’m often slow, but I get there eventually.  After that, the rest was just running the numbers.

Since then, I’ve had my posting on particle beams at Groom, shall we say….vetted.  I’ve also spoken to people who have seen these glowing orbs of plasma from a distance….and very close up.  Finally, I had the chance to ask a real particle physicist who worked at Los Alamos (for reals, a family friend) if dumping a high energy proton beam into the atmosphere would result in the creation of a glowing ball of plasma.  He looked at me quizzically for a while and said he supposed it would, but why would anyone want to?  And THAT is an extremely interesting question.

Given Groom’s primary mission involving radar measures and countermeasures, my sense 20 years ago was that they were testing something possibly for use in radar spoofing.  However the fact it apparently still remains classified today  (an important element in the explanation of Lazar’s tale)  suggests maybe its purpose was something else, perhaps an attempt at a Star Wars-type weapon.

In the 1980s and 90s there were many reports in the southwest US of slow moving, virtually silent big, black triangular aircraft only seen at night.  I’ve written a bit about those here.  I was told, by those that know about this stuff, that the project’s classification, continued to this day, was due to these craft violating some provisions of weapons treaties the US had signed.  I would speculate that the proton accelerator at Groom generating those flamin’ balls o’ plasma 30 years ago might in a similar manner also violate some weapons treaties and must thus stay severely under wraps.

So let me be completely clear: The glowing orbs seen in the skies over Groom Lake by Lazar et al were NOT “craft”, they were plasmas generated by operation of a high powered proton accelerator dumping its beam into the atmosphere.  And…..Lazar knew this.

So enough of this setup.  Let’s get into the meat of this tale.

From what I have seen, much of the argument supporting Lazar’s story on Reddit revolves around “waddabouts”.  By this I mean that posters say that, “If Lazar’s story wasn’t true, then how do you explain <fill in the blank>?”.  You know, “what abouts?”.

The following isn’t a complete list, but covers most that occur repeatedly  (I’m assuming you already have familiarity with the details of Lazar’s story else it’s unlikely you’d be reading this) :

  • Lazar worked at Los Alamos, showed George Knapp around there and people seemed to know him.  His name was in the phone book in 1982.
  • The Los Alamos newspaper story on Lazar and his jet car called him a physicist with the lab.
  • In Las Vegas, security personnel, observed by others, visited Lazar at his home.
  • Lazar was noted by friends and family to “disappear” as part of a job.
  • He was able to correctly describe certain aspects of the facilities at Groom Lake.
  • He identified a location known as S-4 in the Nellis Range.
  • Lazar was able to correctly name specific people involved in the security process.
  • Edward Teller appeared to react visibly and uncomfortably when asked about Lazar in an interview.
  • He received a W-2 form from the government.
  • After Lazar’s story broke, some media members observed possible government surveillance and intimidation efforts.
  • Also after Lazar went public, persons around Lazar observed what appeared to be a vigorous and threatening government attempt to silence him.
  • Lazar “knew” about Element 115 long before it was ever synthesized.
  • And finally the absolute best, Lazar knew about the Wednesday night tests, and showed others.

The posters bring up some damn good points.  How IS one to explain all these without there being a hidden saucer facility at Papoose Lake?  Well, it turns out there is a very good reason all these things probably did, in fact, happen, and why Lazar still holds to his nonsensical story.  Spoiler: It’s about saving his ass.

OK boys and girls, it’s time to strap in and begin our story.  Now all that follows may not be precisely true, but whatever deviations that exist are pretty small.

After Lazar got to Los Alamos and set up his photo processing business, he managed to get a limited term, contract job with Kirk-MayerKirk-Mayer was one of the smaller contractors supplying support staff to the Los Alamos lab, such as data entry personnel, machinists, fabricators and electronic technicians. Kirk-Mayer never did provide “physicists” or positions of that caliber.  Lazar had some electronic technical education from Pierce College in Southern California and had some work experience with Fairchild, so he was hired as an electronic tech with Kirk-Mayer.  I have interviews with several people who worked with him and he was described as a very clever troubleshooter and fix-it guy.  He was there often enough to get listed in the LANL phone directory, with the denotation “K/M” next to his name, indicating his affiliation with Kirk-Mayer.  Although the following ad is from the Albuquerque Journal in January, 1989, a few years after Lazar had left Los Alamos, it probably closely describes Lazar’s position at the time.


Lazar and his jet car established quite a presence in the small town of Los Alamos, and about a month after arriving, the Los Alamos Monitor newspaper did an article  about him.  The story described him as a physicist at the lab, but that was in fact only what he told the reporter his position was.  Some people who knew him at the time were quite surprised to see that claimed title.  I probably should take a small detour to talk about Lazar’s jet car, the article’s focus, first to demystify it a bit, and to show Lazar’s genius talent for low key self promotion is evident even then as well as his inclusion of nuggets of truth to sell the exaggerations and falsehoods.

The car was powered by what’s known as a Gluhareff Pressure Jet Engine.  It’s a uniquely clever and quirky device, burning liquid propane, with no moving parts and noisy as hell.  It was invented by Eugene Gluhareff, someone Lazar knew while growing up in the San Fernando Valley.  There are images and videos online of Lazar as a kid with a Gluhareff jet strapped to a bike, then a go-kart.  Fun stuff!  Magazines like POPULAR SCIENCE advertised plans for these jet engines for many years and they can still be found online with a little Googling.

From G8-2 Technical Handbook, 1985, by EMG Engineering

A problem arises when you read the Monitor article’s report of the claims Lazar made for the jet in his car.  His claim it produced 1,600 pounds of thrust (deliberately derated down to 800 pounds) seems unlikely.  The largest (and rarest) engine designed by Gluhareff, the G8-2-700 produced only 700 pounds of thrust, and was very large (see page 4 of the PDF on Gluhareff jets I linked to above for a sense of scale of the much smaller G8-2-130, which produced 130 pounds of thrust).  Also, per Gluhareff’s own technical documentation, the G8-2-700 wasn’t designed until 1984, two years after Lazar arrived in Los Alamos.  The jet car photos in the Monitor article show an engine roughly the size of a G8-2-130.  As far as I’ve been able to determine, Gluhareff never designed anything with thrust as great as the 1,600 pounds that Lazar claimed his engine could attain.

Another measure of Lazar’s veracity is when he states it’s the most efficient jet engine available, using 1.3 pounds of propane for each pound of thrust it produces compared to 6 pounds of fuel for each pound of thrust with a regular jet engine.  This is utter bullshit.

The values Lazar was tossing around are known as Thrust Specific Fuel Consumption (TSFC).  From data on page 8 of the linked Gluhareff PDF it appears a G8-130 engine has a TSFC value of 1.33, so he hasn’t left reality there.  However when you look up TSFC values for regular jet engines  you find they are typically WELL below 1.0 pounds of fuel for each pound of thrust, and lower numbers are better. Hell, the Concorde burned 1.195 pounds of fuel for each pound of thrust at Mach 2, so even that fuel hog was better than a Gluhareff jet. In fact, Gluhareff jets are notoriously inefficient but were considered to have potential in some situations due to their unique construction/operation.

So having beat this horse well beyond death, given all his misrepresentation/exaggeration of his jet car, is it any stretch to think he might claim to be a physicist at the lab when he wasn’t?  Yeah, I didn’t think so either.  OK, back to the story.

In an amazing display of totally fucked synchronicity, the Los Alamos newspaper article came out on June 27, 1982 and the very next day Edward Teller was scheduled to give a lecture at Los Alamos.  Had this not happened, I doubt there ever would have been a Lazar story.  I gleefully accept that Lazar came upon Teller reading the paper and pointed out the story about Lazar and his jet car.  Since the story identified Lazar as a “physicist” at the lab, I have no doubt Lazar chatted up Teller, again a master of low key self promotion, trying his best to impress Teller.

Let’s jump forward to 1985 when Lazar blew out of Los Alamos and relocated to Las Vegas.  According to the bankruptcy papers Lazar filed on July 21, 1986 (BTW, 120 pages of amazeballs freely available to anyone who wants to pay, case BK 86-01623, US Federal Bankruptcy Court, Las Vegas), he stiffed people right and left before leaving Los Alamos, including family members.

Lazar putzed around Las Vegas for the next few years.  I have information from good sources that during this time he worked very briefly at a Smokey Sam site as part of Nellis training exercises in the northern reaches of the Nellis Range.  I suspect he had an inkling of what was going on at Groom as I was told Lazar made a number of overnight trips circumnavigating the Nellis Range.

Eventually he discovered EG&G’s connection with Groom, and also Edward Teller’s connection with EG&G, so in 1988 he sent Teller a letter.  “Hey, remember me, the Los Alamos jet car physicist?  I have lots of experience in particle accelerators, since I worked at Los Alamos’s Technical Area 53, the Meson Physics Facility, which has an 800 MeV proton accelerator.  Do you know of any interesting positions where I might be able to put that experience to use??”

Knowing Teller’s Strangelovian background, I don’t have a lot of sympathy for the man.  But in this one case I feel for the guy.  Like so many in Lazar’s sphere of influence, he was had.  Maybe it was because he was 80 years old at the time and not as sharp, but perhaps he thought Lazar might be an excellent candidate for the proton beam project and made some calls.  Things happened and Lazar gets called in for an interview.  Catastrophes are seldom the result of a major, bad single decision, but usually a cascading series of unwise choices.  Such was the case here.

Now it boggles my mind how someone with Lazar’s bankruptcy record would be granted any sort of clearance but perhaps it hadn’t been immediately unearthed.  And maybe Teller passed on a crazy, glowing recommendation.  And possibly Lazar had a previous Q clearance from Los Alamos.  In any case, security guys visit Lazar’s home and check him out, they decide he’s their guy (at least for now), and he’s soon on a Janet flight to Groom on a very limited basis doing non-classified grunt work until his clearance is updated.  In any case, if he didn’t already fully know, he does now that they’re operating a proton accelerator at Groom, and oh, BTW, they usually fire it up on Wednesday nights. Sounds like it’s time for a party to me!

Figuring out another’s motives is difficult, especially with Lazar.  Specifically, I’m speaking of why the fuck, WHY(??) did he decide to bring his friends out to see a Wednesday night test?  It could be that he realized his clearance was going to fall through due to the bankruptcy.  Or perhaps it was an attempt to prank his friend John Lear, who Lazar often made fun of for his UFO interests.  Or maybe Lazar just thought he was smarter than all those security guys at Groom and no one would ever know.  Or it could have been something as simple as wanting to impress his friends.  Dunno.  But in any case, he brought them all out.

But here’s the important part…..Lazar never told his friends/family the truth, that they were seeing the effects of a proton beam.  Lazar spun his crazy saucer story to them, in his mind thinking that as long as he wasn’t revealing what they were actually seeing, he wouldn’t be violating security (setting aside for the moment he was bringing visitors to observe classified tests!). The people Lazar brought out to see the tests became his most ardent supporters and defenders, because, hell, he showed them flying saucers and called the days they’d show up.  That’s pretty damn convincing.  Alas, in a familiar pattern, they were played for fools.  I suspect, but do not know, that some of this group may now know the truth.  But they didn’t then.

So, April 6, 1989…..It all comes crashing down. Security discovers our little band of partiers and Lazar bolts into the desert.  It’s starting to sink in that he could be in some serious shit.  The Lincoln County Sheriff later questions the merry makers and lets them go, but they had Lazar’s ID and he knew word would quickly get back to Groom.  Uh oh….he could be looking at serious jail time.

The next day Lazar is summoned to the Indian Springs airfield and the full force of the Groom security apparatus is directed at him.  He now realizes how close to jail he is.  His only defense is that he didn’t tell his comrades what they were actually seeing, but rather it was a made up story of flying saucers.  This, of course, doesn’t go over well with the security guys, but they are somewhat stymied.  Their choice is, do they prosecute this guy and draw further attention to Groom’s operations, or just kick him out and intimidate the hell out of him to get him to speak no further?  I guess, in hindsight, they picked wrong.

Unbeknownst to the Groom guys, Lazar’s tale to his friends cast him as the hero against a hopelessly inefficient, secret government bureaucracy.  Their rallying around him and support emboldened him, eventually granting interviews to KLAS due to John Lear’s urgings.  Lazar also may have viewed that action as insurance, heightening his profile, should Groom decide to come after him again.  But it required him to fully double down on the alien saucer tale he had wove.

Not a bad gig, really.  Some minor celebrity and attention, along with occasional paid interviews.  And he maintains it to this day, because, well…he has to.  It keeps him out of jail.  I’m certain the Feds have a long memory when it comes to Lazar and would love to get even for him trashing Groom’s abilities to run secret operations.

So that’s what really went down, more or less.  No saucers, just a really neat proton accelerator and a guy spinning a crazy story to stay out of jail.  I’ve covered most of the waddabouts in the course of this way-too-long narrative, but I’ll address the leftovers.

Lazar could name security personnel because he interacted with them for his initial access to Groom and later when he was drummed out at Indian Springs.

As for poor old Ed Teller, I’m guessing flaming piles of shit came back to him for recommending Lazar to the Groom project.  That would more than explain Teller’s infamous reaction when a TV interviewer directly asked him if he knew Bob Lazar.  Well, he knew OF him, and no good came from it.

Lazar’s “outing” of S-4 was anything but.  Clearly there’s nothing at Papoose Lake as a number of people have stated since.  I know folks who have been there.  Hell, with a good spotting scope there are even several perches in the Mt. Charleston range which would give a clear view right into the hangar bay doors, if they existed (Not that I’d know anything about that).  Yes, there IS a “Site-4” associated with the Tonopah Test Range, tasked primarily with radar issues and nowhere near Papoose.  I wrote about the place years ago, and it was no secret, clearly displayed on maps John Lear would have likely had.

They W-2 form that Lazar claims just showed up one day in the mail may or may not be legit.  It could have been forged, as some have argued to support Lazar’s story.  But it also could be real, representing Lazar’s few days at Groom.  In any case, it doesn’t mean saucers exist at Papoose.

Many people claimed that Lazar had inside info about Element 115 before it was actually synthesized.  Well, no.  Lazar’s main claim about Element 115 was that it was stable, which amazed folks.  But here’s the thing….that concept is really old news.  I have a 1969 article from SCIENTIFIC  AMERICAN with a cool 3D graph showing an “island of stability” around 114.  This was also repeated in my undergrad physics textbook.  But maybe most interesting is an article (“Creating Superheavy Elements” by Armbruster and Munzenberg) published in SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN again talking about a potential island of stability around 114.  The article’s date?  May 1989, the same month Lazar began his interviews with KLAS TV in Las Vegas.  Yeah, probably just a coincidence.

Oh, and since we’re speaking of coincidences, I’m sure that’s the case with Lazar and his particle accelerators.  When he first surfaced with his story in Las Vegas, media accounts of him were sure to mention that he had a particle accelerator in his bedroom, you know, ’cause that’s the mark of a true scientist.  Later, after the Feds busted his operation in Edgewood, New Mexico for selling controlled materials (and all the fascinating court documents are now online, Yay!),  WIRED magazine did a piece on Lazar in June of 2006.  In it he has yet another particle accelerator which he says he uses to produce a compound for gaseous hydrogen storage. T his is a pretty farfetched claim, as the ability to make useful quantities of the compound would take forever with an amateur particle accelerator.  I wonder what he really might be using those accelerators for?  Again, must be a coincidence.

Oh, and if you’re impressed that someone has their very own particle accelerator, well…you shouldn’t.  Way back in the early 1960s SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN published an article on how to make a “homemade atom smasher”, AKA, particle accelerator.  As a kid I lusted after that project, but its crux was the need to build a mercury diffusion pump (!!) to achieve the hard vacuum needed in the beam tube.  Beyond the need for a hard vacuum (with pumps now available on eBay) the rest is trivial.  But, you know, why?  Unless you want to impress others and make plasma balls.

A last item for your consideration to determine Lazar’s veracity is his academic background.  He claims Masters degrees from BOTH Caltech and MIT in subjects they don’t offer and during time periods he couldn’t have physically been at either campus.  In response to questions at the “Ultimate UFO Seminar” in Rachael, NV in May of 1993, Lazar was so kind as to offer up the names of two of his instructors at Caltech and MIT, a “Dr. Duxler” as well as “Hohsfield”.  He even spelled them.  Stan Friedman told me he went searching for Duxler and no such person ever taught at Caltech or MIT.  However he did find a William Duxler who taught Math and Physics at the previously mentioned Pierce College and confirmed to Friedman that Lazar had taken at least one of his courses in the 1970s.

As for finding Hohsfield, Friedman rolled snake eyes, beyond confirming no one by that name ever taught at Caltech or MIT.  However did you know that in this amazing 21st Century you can buy reprints of all sorts of old high school yearbooks?  Like, for example, the 1976 yearbook for W. Tresper Clarke High School?  And if one were to do so, one would find that there was a Technical and Vocational teacher there by the name of Frederick Hohsfield.  Looks like he was teaching electronics. Interesting, no?

I’ve never understood why Lazar clings to these imaginary Masters degrees when they have been so thoroughly proven to be lies.  Lazar’s fans would easily accept an explanation of simple resume padding.  But I have to grudgingly concede Lazar has some mighty huevos in the matter.  I have read the probation report submitted to the court when Lazar was busted for pandering in Nevada in 1990.  Under oath, to the probation agent preparing the report, Lazar continued to claim he had these degrees.  Dude, you got some game!!

As for the saucer stories and the rest, that was just a story told to keep him out of jail, to which he must still firmly cling.  So you have to ask yourself, am I going to believe a fantastic story told by someone with a well established record of exaggeration and deceit when there is a much more plausible explanation for the same events?  And if Lazar’s story is false  (which I KNOW is the case, you mileage may vary)  it then follows that individuals who have come forward after Lazar with claims of working at S-4, corroborating his story, are also lying.  There, see how simple life can be when reason is applied rather than wanting things to be true?

Some will certainly dismiss all the above and say that I’m just a debunker or even an agent of the government (my favorite!) out to get Lazar.  Far from it, I just happen to place a premium on truth and folks that waste other’s time annoy me.  When I first heard Lazar’s story, many years ago, it sounded plausible.  Thus I do have some empathy and understanding of those that have watched his interviews and swallowed it all.  It wasn’t until I actually starting looking into the details of his claims that I began to think he might not be telling the truth.  Fun fact, my very first investigatory act was to spend time going through Caltech yearbooks to find a passing mention of him, as I actually expected him to be there. Surprise!  He wasn’t there.

As for my beliefs, I happen to think that UFOs are a quite real phenomena.  I’m not inclined to take any strong position on just precisely WHAT they are, but I’ve read too much and know too many well-connected individuals to dismiss them.  And beyond that, I think it’s highly likely we are in possession of some sort of “stuff” from this phenomena from “crash recoveries” or whatever.  Finally, I’m sure there are at least a few very dark government programs dealing with this sort of thing, but Lazar never worked for any of them.

To wrap this up, I’d like to leave you with a quote, reportedly straight from the mouth of Lazar, related to me by someone who once knew him.

The more incredible the lie the more people will believe it.“

Thus speaketh the Bob.  On this one point, I guess I’m in full agreement with Lazar.






There are still lots of unanswered questions regarding this document.   Foremost is the question that so many folks have been asking, i.e., the Department of Naval Intelligence.  Everybody knows that there is an Office of Naval Intelligence (ONI), but the entity Department of Naval Intelligence (which at one time may have existed years ago in the past by that name) no longer existed when Lazar made his claims.

The second question concerns Lazar’s SSN.  According to Tom Mahood, it was issued in the State of New York in 1974.  However, in regards to this alleged W-2 of Bob Lazar (found on the Internet), a source claimed that this SSN indicated on the form does not belong to Bob Lazar but to a lady from New York whose first name was Carol and last name Strong:

If that is the case, whether that “Carol” had anything do do with Bob Lazar’s first wife, Carol, I do not know for sure.  Perhaps it was a coincidence that her last name was also Strong.
Everybody knows that Bob Lazar’s first wife, Carol Nadine Strong, committed suicide in Las Vegas in 1986.
Also, it is important to understand that by 1986, Bob Lazar was heavily in debt from several banks in Los Alamos, NM, as well as from other financial institutions.

Here is a quote from Tom Mahood:

April 21, 1986: Carol Lazar died in Las Vegas. (4)(5)

Carol Lazar’s death certificate (# 001423-86) is on file with the Clark County Health District, 625 Shadow Lane, Las Vegas, (702) 383-1223.  The district will not release copies of certificates except to family members or in a few other special instances.  However, the certificates are available for inspection by those with “legitimate interests”. This would include journalists and researchers. According to data on the certificate, the death was ruled a suicide and the cause was carbon monoxide poisoning.  The method was given as “Inhalation of motor vehicle exhaust”.  It occurred at 1933 Ann Greta.  The case was referred to the Coroner, but no autopsy was performed.

Quoting the obituary in the Las Vegas Review-Journal, April 23, 1986, Page 2B: “Carol Lazar died Monday.  She was a two-year resident of Las Vegas and was a self-employed film processor in the photography industry.  She is survived by her husband Robert of Las Vegas.  Private services and burial were handled by Davis Funeral Home”.


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Who was William Cooper? – – the Granddaddy of American Conspiracy Theorists

by Mark Jacobson – THE ROLLING STONE Magazine, August 22, 2018:

Decades before QAnon, false flags, “crisis actors” and Alex Jones, there was Milton William Cooper.  An exclusive excerpt from ‘Pale Horse Rider’ by Mark Jacobson



Even a broken clock is right twice a day; that’s what they say about people who are supposed to be crackpots. It’s the idea that there is a moment in time when even the most outlandish contention, the most eccentric point of view, the most unlikely person, somehow lines up with shifting reality to produce, however fleetingly, what many perceive to be the truth.

But to accept the notion of the “broken clock” is to embrace the established, rationalist parameters of time, 24 hours a day, day after day, years arranged in ascending numerical order, decade after decade, eon upon eon, a forever forward march to an undetermined future, world without end, amen.

For some people, people like the late Milton William (Bill) Cooper, collector of clocks, time did not work that way.  American shortwave talk‐show host, author, and lecturer during the millennial period of the late 1980s onward to the advent of the current century, Bill Cooper chose not to adhere to the mandated linear passage of existence.  For Cooper, the entire span of time — the beginning, the middle, and the end — was all equally important, but there could be no doubt where the clock had stopped.  A minute to midnight, that was Bill Cooper’s time.

This wasn’t because Cooper, a voracious reader and self‐schooled savant, was anti‐science or anti‐intellectual. He believed in evolution and, like his philosophical hero Aristotle, Cooper treasured the supremacy of knowledge and its acquisition.  He had a massive collection of jazz records.  But somewhere along the way, dating at least back to his service as river-boat captain in a hot zone during the Vietnam War, Cooper came to believe that something wasn’t right.  What he’d always accepted as truth, what he was willing to give his life to protect, wasn’t true at all.  It was part of a vast web of lies that stretched back through the centuries, contrived to rob the common man of his unalienable right to know the reality of his place on the planet.  It was a deep-seated conviction that became an obsession — and a potent bridge to the current environment, where no one seems to believe anything they’re told, where long-respected bastions of truth are thought to be so corrupt as to be what Donald Trump calls “the enemy of the people.”  The idea of “fake news,” along with personages like Alex Jones and QAnon  (notably influenced by Cooper)  are not unprecedented in American life.   But none of them would have manifested as they have without Bill Cooper as an immediate predecessor.

Cooper sought to dramatize the compounding urgency of the moment on The HOUR OF THE TIME, the radio program he broadcast from 1992 until November 2001, his resonant, sometimes folksy, sometimes fulminating voice filling the airwaves via satellite hookups and shortwave frequencies.  Nearly every episode of The HOUR OF THE TIME began the same way, with the show’s singular opening, one of the most arresting sign‐ons in radio history. It starts with a blaring air‐raid siren, a blast in the night.  This is followed by a loud, distorted electronic voice: “Lights out!” comes the command, as if issued from a penitentiary guard tower. “Lights out for The HOUR OF THE TIME!…..Lights out for the curfew of your body, soul, and mind.”  Dogs bark, people shriek, the bleat of the still half‐sleeping multitudes.  There is the sound of tramping jackbooted feet, growing louder, closing before enslavement, one last chance.  Some citizens will rise, if only from not-quite‐yet‐atrophied muscle memory.  They will shake themselves awake as their forebears once did at Lexington and Concord, heeding Paul Revere’s immortal call.  They will defend their homes, families, and the last shreds of the tattered Constitution, the most close‐to‐perfect political document ever produced.

The vast majority, however, won’t even get out of bed.  Some will cower under the covers, but most will simply roll over and go back to sleep.  They slept through life, so why not sleep through death?

This is how it will be at a minute to midnight, according to Bill Cooper. At the End of Time, a broken clock is always right.

Reputed instances of Cooper’s prescience are legion.  An early roundup of these forecasts can be found in the August 15th, 1990, edition of the newsletter of the Citizens Agency for Joint Intelligence (CAJI), an organization Cooper created, billing it as “the largest private intelligence‐gathering agency in the world.” Published on a dot-matrix printer, carrying the tagline “Information, not money, will be the power of the nineties,” Cooper ran an article entitled “Every Prediction Has Come True.”  He listed 16 of his most recent prognostications that had come to pass “or will soon be fulfilled.”

These included the disclosure that “the CIA and the military are bringing drugs into the United States to finance their black projects.”  Cooper also predicted that “the rape of the Savings and Loans by the CIA is only the tip of the iceberg.  At least 600 banks will go under in the next two years.”  The current monetary structure, Cooper said, “will be replaced by a cashless system that will allow the government to monitor our every action by computer.  If you attempt to stay out of the system you will not be allowed to buy, sell, work, get medical care, or anything else we all take for granted.”

Cooper continued to make predictions in his watershed book, BEHOLD A PALE HORSE.  Published in 1991 by Light Technology, a small New Age–oriented house then located in Sedona, Arizona, BEHOLD A PALE HORSE is something of a publishing miracle.  With an initial press run of 3,500 (500 hardcover, 3,000 paperback), by the end of 2017, the book was closing in on 300,000 copies sold.

“BEHOLD A PALE HORSE is the biggest‐selling underground book of all time,” Cooper often told his audience.  Yet sales figures represent only a fraction of the book’s true reach.  For one thing, as its author often bragged, BEHOLD A PALE HORSE routinely topped lists of the most‐shoplifted books in the country.  To this day, Barnes & Noble stores keep BAPH, as it is sometimes called, behind the cashier’s counter to reduce pilferage.  This was because, as one clerk at the Barnes & Noble near my house in Brooklyn told me, “that book has a habit of walking out all by itself.”

There is also the captive audience.  Since its release, BEHOLD A PALE HORSE has been among the most popular “prison books” (in that prisoners read them), a distinction it shares with Robert Greene’s The 48 Laws of Power.  During the crack epidemic of the 1990s, it was not unusual for a single copy of BEHOLD A PALE HORSE to go through enough hands in the cellblocks of places such as Attica to break the book’s spine.

Some of Cooper’s best‐known predictions appear in BEHOLD A PALE HORSE, which runs a densely typed 500 pages.  Eight years before the Trench Coat Mafia murders at Columbine High School, Cooper wrote: “The sharp increase of prescriptions of psychoactive drugs like Prozac and Ritalin to younger and younger children will inevitably lead to a rash of horrific school shootings.”  These incidents, he said, “will be used by elements of the federal government as an excuse to infringe upon the citizenry’s Second Amendment rights.”

For many, including those who would later claim that the seemingly endless series of school shootings were part of a plot by gun‐control advocates to take away America’s weapons, Cooper’s words took on the air of prophesy.

But Bill Cooper never claimed to be a prophet.  He never imagined himself in the line of Ezekiel, Jeremiah, and Daniel, the ancient Hebrew seers carried off by King Nebuchadnezzar II to a 70‐year captivity in Babylon.  Neither did Cooper compare himself to John, an exile on the island of Patmos, author of the Book of Revelation, which is where the title BEHOLD A PALE HORSE comes from.  The phrase appears in chapter 6, verse 8, in which John is witness to the opening of the Seven Seals, the preview of God’s secret plan to once again destroy the world prior to its rebirth as the Kingdom of Jesus Christ.

When the Fourth Seal was revealed, John wrote, “And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.”

“I am no Prophet, I am no Nostradamus, I have no crystal ball,” Cooper proclaimed.  He was “just an ordinary guy.” There was nothing supernatural about his predictions.  Anyone could do it.  It was all in the methodology, summed up in what he called his “standard admonition,” the one rule every prospective Hour of the Time listener had to obey, “no matter what.”

“You must not believe anything you hear on this show,” Cooper declared.  Nor was the listener to believe anything they heard from any other shortwave host, “or Larry King Live, Dan Rather, George Bush, Bill Clinton, or anyone else in this entire world, whether you hear it on radio, on television, or from the lips of someone standing right in front of you.

Listen to everyone, read everything, believe nothing until you, yourself, can prove it with your own research,” Cooper told the audience. “Only free‐thinking, intelligent people who are prepared to root through all the crap and get at the truth should be listening to this show.  Everyone else should just turn off their radio. We don’t even want you to listen.

“Listen to everyone.  Read everything, believe nothing . . . until you can prove to yourself whether it is true or false or lies between the many shades of gray. If you don’t do this, if you cannot do this, or are just plain too lazy to do this, then I can assure you that you will march into the New World Order as a docile slave.”

Then Cooper made the sound of a sheep. “Baaa! Baaa! Baaaing all the way.”

Cooper’s most famous prediction was made during the June 28th, 2001, broadcast of The HOUR OF THE TIME.  A little past his 58th birthday and drinking heavily, Cooper was doing his program from a studio he’d built in the den of his house at 96 North Clearview Circle, atop a hill in the small White Mountains town of Eagar, Arizona, 15 miles from the New Mexico line.

“Can you believe what you have been seeing on CNN today, ladies and gentlemen?” Cooper asked the Hour of the Time audience that evening.

“Supposedly, a CNN reporter found Osama bin Laden, took a television camera crew with him, and interviewed him and his top leadership, lieutenants, and his colonels, and generals…in their hideout!

“Now don’t you think that’s kind of strange, folks?”  Cooper asked with his signature chuckle.  “Because the largest intelligence apparatus in the world, with the biggest budget in the history of world, has been looking for Osama bin Laden for years, and years, and years, and can’t find him!

“But some doofus jerk‐off reporter with his little camera crew waltzes right into his secret hideout and interviews him!”

This meant one of two things, Cooper told the audience.  Either “everyone in the intelligence community and all the intelligence agencies of the United States government are blithering idiots and incompetent fools, or they’re lying to us.”

The fact was, Cooper told the audience, no one in the U.S. intelligence services was really looking for Osama bin Laden.  They knew where he was.  They had since the beginning of the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan.  Bin Laden, along with his entire family, was a wholly owned subsidiary of the Central Intelligence Agency.

“They created him.  They’re the ones funding him.  They supported him to make their new utopian worlds…and he has served them well.”  There were rumors floating around the mass media that bin Laden was planning attacks on the United States and Israel, but this was just subterfuge, Cooper said.  “If Osama bin Laden is an enemy of Israel, don’t you think the Mossad would have taken care of that a long time ago?” Cooper asked.

Something else was in the wind.  There was no other reason for the government to allow the CNN report but to further stamp bin Laden’s bearded, pointy face upon the collective American mind‐set. Bogeyman of the moment, the Saudi prince was being readied for his close‐up.

“I’m telling you to be prepared for a major attack!” Cooper declared.  The target would be a large American city.

“Something terrible is going to happen in this country.  And whatever is going to happen they’re going to blame on Osama bin Laden.  Don’t you even believe it.”

Two and a half months later, on September 11th, 2001, after two commercial airliners flew into the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in a cataclysm that killed 2,996 people, including 343 New York City Fire Department personnel, Cooper’s prediction came to pass.

By the time Cooper got on the air that morning, the towers had already fallen.  Several hours passed before the name Osama bin Laden surfaced on the BBC feed Cooper was monitoring.  The British station, which Cooper regarded as marginally more reliable than the American networks, was doing an interview with the former Israeli Prime Minister General Ehud Barak and Richard Perle, chairman of George W. Bush’s Defense Policy Board Advisory Committee.

Widely known as the Prince of Darkness, in part for his Reagan‐era support of Edward Teller’s $100 billion Strategic Defense Initiative, known as Star Wars, Perle said the attacks on New York and Washington were “clearly an act of war.”

“All our Western civilization is under attack,” Barak put in.  The interviewer asked Perle if he thought the United States would be justified in firing cruise missiles at Kabul, the capital of Afghanistan. Perle, who along with fellow neocons Dick Cheney, Paul Wolfowitz, and Donald Rumsfeld would soon push hard for the reinvasion of Iraq, answered in the affirmative.

The Afghani authorities had “allowed Osama bin Laden to operate in their territory,” Perle said.  That alone was reason enough for a military strike.  Bin Laden was involved, no doubt about it. Yes, Barak agreed, there was “every reason to believe” bin Laden was behind the attack.

It was then Cooper interrupted the transmission, shouting, “How do they know who did it?

“If the United States government had no warning like they say, if they didn’t know who was going to mount these attacks, and there are no survivors from the people in these planes, how do they know Osama bin Laden is behind it?”

So, yet again, Cooper was right.  Events were transpiring exactly as his research had indicated. Osama bin Laden, the Saudi mama’s‐boy prince, was about to be officially blamed for the most spectacular foreign attack on America since Pearl Harbor.

Not that Cooper was gloating about his latest successful prediction.  What had happened in New York City — thousands dead, their bodies crushed beneath tons of twisted rubble, a toxic cloud rising over the metropolis — was just the beginning of a new torrent of death.  On the radio feed, Perle and Barak were discussing logistics; Afghanistan would be a target, possibly, Iraq as well.

“How can they determine that they should bomb Afghanistan?” Cooper shouted with alarm.  “Who are we going to be bombing?  The terrorists, or the innocent people of Kabul?”

Cooper made another prediction.  “Folks, I can assure you that 72 hours from now we will be at war.  We will be bombing two or maybe three countries….Because that’s how it works. When governments are attacked, they lash out.  Thousands of people who had nothing whatsoever to do with what is happening at the World Trade Center and the Pentagon are going to die.

Nothing will be the same after today,” Cooper said grimly.

“Get ready for it, folks, because that’s what you’re going to be hearing in the next weeks and months on radio and television: Nothing will be the same after today….Because I’ll tell you, ladies and gentlemen, that’s what the people who really did this want you to think, that nothing, nothing, will be the same after today.

“And you know what?  They’re right.  They’re telling the truth about that.  Within weeks the Congress will pass draconian legislation aimed at restricting the rights of American citizens.  You’re going to have surveillance cameras on every street corner.  You think your phones are being tapped now, just wait.

“No one is going to gain from this except a very small group of people.  Everyone else will lose. No one will lose more than the American people.”  This would be the most grievous casualty of the 9/11 attacks, Cooper told the audience, the nation itself, the America that could have been.

Freedom, the most elusive of qualities, best distilled in the inspired documents of the Constitution and the Bill of Rights, had been dealt a fatal blow: “From now on, freedom will be whatever the law allows you to do.”

That wasn’t going to stop him, Cooper told listeners.  He’d stay behind his microphone up in his hilltop studio. He’d keep sending out The Hour of the Time, speaking truth to the ultimate power, if it was the last thing he did.

It was soon after that Cooper’s final prediction came true.

“They’re going to kill me, ladies and gentlemen,” he told the audience.  “They’re going to come up here in the middle of the night, and shoot me dead, right on my doorstep.”

And, around midnight on November 5th, 2001, less than two months after the 9/11 attacks, that’s exactly what happened.


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