What will it take for you to believe that the military and psychics are working hand in hand?

Valentin de Boulogne (1591–1632)
 The Fortune Teller, c. 1620

At what point do you say "Yeah, I could see that happening." I am so tired of this nonsense- I am not here to convince you of anything. Get your head out of the sand and start researching this stuff on your own! I'm not your mother, and if your mother raised you to be this naive and shell-shocked when someone tells you something, then she's a lousy mother. (Newsflash- this stuff isn't even happening to you, and yet why do you suddenly shut down when I tell you this? It's happening TO ME, not you- so why does your cowardly self-preservation instinct kick in and you tell me blank-eyed "It just doesn't have any reality for me"? Why do YOU get to be the scared, incredulous, dissonant one?)

You have no problem surrounding yourself with comic books and video games and fantasy movies and "sci-fi" tv shows (read: all too real) but what I am telling you is "impossible"? I can't even get you to understand the very basic facts that the military has been using psychics on the payroll for programs for decades and it all checks out  and we can't even get over that first hurdle because you still choose to remain incredulous when I give you indisputable facts, so what can I do or say that will make you get rid of that cow-chewing-cud look?

And forget about you actually being inspired enough to get off your hamster wheel to do something about it- tell a friend, lover, start a meetup group, call your local and state government (good luck getting the Feds involved with anything above board on this subject). Forget that!

No, I have to have a series of sideways and then slowwwwwwwly more direct conversations with you OVER TIME. My guess with you is that it will take at least 6 seasons before it sinks in that yes, we've had the military involved with paranormal phenomena and they know all about it and utilize it at the top levels- But I just don't have the time. I don't have the time to sit and hold your hand. I don't have the time to do the "gradual decompression" phase that took me a good year and a half before it "normalized" and I don't have the time to tell you what to do after the dust has settled and you ask me "Then what?" I don't have the time, I don't have the time, I am getting sick and tired of waiting for you to catch up, and further more, I don't have any more time for this shell-shocked chasm that exists between me and you.

 If you want to sit there while Rome burns, be my guest. But I have no more time to explain- excuse me, spoon feed- to you what this is anymore. It is there. It is real. If it weren't, explain Gary McKinnon's case to me and why the US Gov't has such a hard-on for extradition of this chap? Oh, wait-- you're staring at me glassy eyed and saying on your third pint between burps "Who's Gary McKinnon?"

Oh, God. I don't have time for this willful ignorance. I am starting to get impatient.