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Nov. 30, 2007 - Project Camelot
07:56
Dan Burisch security cam outtake
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They asked you to tell what you remembered from your experiences.
Right.
You did it, and now it's not good enough.
Well, I mean, is it still?
It's still not good enough.
Look, in 2003, my window for my IM opened up.
That was guaranteed by Majestic.
They arranged it.
So I told the truth.
Then I was told by Majestic, shut up!
So what did I do?
I stayed in the back room while you had your party and I shut up.
Then they ordered me to tell the truth.
So I went out and I told the truth.
I was assailed by people then Who wanted me to tell their truth.
I'm sorry.
They're a little bit old for this kind of magical thinking where they can dictate to me what my experiences are.
I'm personally, you know, I'm fed up.
I am.
I'm fed up, I'm fed up.
R.D. Ricky.
Ricky.
Okay, little Ricky.
All right.
He slams a beer bottle across a bar at Groom into a member of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and they tell him, get the hell off property.
You ain't going to the positive pressure facility.
So he knows jack nothing, but he's saying where EBE-1 is, where EBE-2 is.
Never seen any of them, never interacted with them, never actually seen any real paperwork about them, except for if he maybe read the That draft.
But he's claiming like he's been there and done that and he hasn't.
He hasn't done jack!
They sent him off to Germany to keep him out of trouble.
Isn't this the guy that later said that he lies and tells people he lies?
Yes!
And then they still want to believe what he's telling them.
You know, look, it gets me to the point where I just want to say, shove a lollipop in their mouth, pat them on the ass, send them on their way.
Their statements don't dictate what my memories are.
This is something that they're not getting.
And, you know, it's not my fault that my memories don't match their particular little folklore that they want to purvey on the people.
I spent 20 years.
20 years.
Much of it on and off.
Much of it, not all, but much of it on and off.
You have been around.
On and off.
Deborah has been around, of much of it, on and off.
Alright?
The people around me have seen the hell that I've been through.
These people don't know Jack.
They haven't walked a mile in my moccasin, so they don't know Jack.
I never presupposed to tell them what they're supposed to believe.
But they come to me, whining, Oh, tell me the truth!
Tell me the truth!
And I tell them, and they say, Oh, no!
That's not what Project...
Well, I want to say...
Your experiences, your 20 years and majestic things that you did, which is what they're asking about in the first freaking place.
No.
No.
And I've got to tell you what really pisses me off is when I get told what has or has not happened to me by these people.
They have no right to open their mouth.
I'm sorry for screaming at you.
Sorry, I know.
They have no right to open their mouth Tell me what has or has not happened to me.
When they don't know, they weren't there.
They say they want to know the truth.
They want to really talk to somebody who sat around a desk with the Twelve.
Now, they don't really want to deal with that.
You know what they want to deal with?
They want to watch their freaking movies.
They want to play Man in Black.
They want to play their little covert games online so they can live their life out of cowardice.
That's not my style.
People know my name.
People know my name out there.
I've been a straight shooter with them and I've told the truth.
If it isn't good enough for them, they can kiss my ass.
I'm trying to get some truth out of it.
The ones that have been through pure hell, the abductees who have been through crap and everything.
Tell me about it.
The governments are allowing it to go on.
And those responsible in the former 12 are sitting back on their asses and they're doing nothing.
Nothing!
So they send me out there.
They send you out there and we're supposed to fight the good fight for them.
What?
To be tore apart by the...
It comes after us and accuses us of everything, even collording with cats.
I am not, I am not, I absolutely refuse to back off or back down.
You know, look, my anger is not directed at the good people out there who just want to know the truth.
I know.
Now, if people want to ask polite questions of me, I will answer politely.
They treat me with respect, I treat them with respect.
And I always treat them with respect first, or at least I try.
You know what?
The next time somebody wants to attack me, let them show backbone enough to try to be human enough to actually do it to my face.
They can't face it.
A couple of them have.
A couple of them have.
And then when I told them the truth eye to eye, then they just go...
I saw the eyes turned down.
What's the game here?
Is that because you've got something in your closet that you don't want exposed?
I don't have anything in my closet that I'm worried about.
What's it going to be this time?
Is it going to be a light in my face?
Is it going to be a higher power mic to hear my heartbeat?
Is somebody going to worry about a flinch on my face because I haven't turned it plastic with Botox?
What is it going to be next?
Is it going to be, did I look to the side too many times?
You go through what I've gone through and not flinch.
That's it.
See, they keep looking for something that ain't there.
Or they want to try to hook you up to some frickin' whatever.
Oh, a quack box.
A quack box.
Yeah, yeah.
The next thing is going to be a phrenology machine to tell me whether or not I can be a secretary.
It'll thump around on the bumps of my cranium.
It's just more crap.
It's crap.
It's poodles jumping through hoops.
Well, I'm not going to do it.
I'm not going to do it after what I've been through.
No.
When is the last time they've been beat into the floor?
When is the last time somebody has ever, you know, crushed their hand under a foot?
What do they know?
They don't know Jack.
That's what they know.
They don't know Jack.
I'm the one that was shoved inside of that clean spirit.
I'm the one that had to face what I had to face.
They didn't.
So what do they have to say to me about it?
All I ask is a little human reciprocity, a little human respect out of them.
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