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I didn’t know Angelia Joiner well. We never met in
person. We’d exchanged emails, had a few phone chats, and she’d invited
me on one of her podcasts, which I’d forgotten about until Grant Cameron
posted it online
Friday. And that was quite awhile back, a year or so after she broke the
Stephenville UFO story in 2008.
But we were Facebook friends
who “liked” each other every now and then. She’d post pix of local
shelter dogs who needed a home, an occasional classic-tune video (“I got
sunshiiiiine, on a cloudy day …”), photos of her new grandson, and we
shared the same political inclinations. What wasn’t to “like”?
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By Billy Cox
Devoid
1-11-21
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Angelia Joiner’s reporting on the 1/8/08 Stephenville UFO
incident would prod the military into reversing course and
admitting it had 10 F-16s in the same vicinity that
evening/CREDIT: silverland.info
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And when, one day last month, she announced how one of her friends had “died of
Covid and now I have it also with underlying conditions,” she added this: “I
will be fine.” Well sure. Of course. And maybe she didn’t have CV-19 after all,
with testing reliability being what it is. Every time I’ve sneezed over the past
10 months, it’s like I’m seeing tiny skulls and crossbones in the mist. Yeah,
we’re all on edge. But it’ll pass.
I’d scroll across an occasional update – she and husband Randell are
both hospitalized now, oh – but despite the increasingly ominous
developments, she was still striking a breezy tone. The dogs kept popping up,
and she might toss in a glimpse of what she had for supper in bed. And she
continued to be engaged with and outraged by current events, like the posting of
the Nashville Christmas Day bombing.
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Angelia & Randell
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And then, boom, January 6: “Fly high Randell! Now you have all the answers of
the universe. Love you always!”
What?
Say what?
Angelia’s reporting had made international headlines 13 Januarys ago, and her
fearless dive into an issue for which she was totally unprepared was matched
only by the principled stand she made weeks later, when she realized she had
outgrown the walls of the Empire-Tribune in rural Stephenville, Tex. It was an
incident that other reporters might have easily blown off; instead, it would
become one of the most well-documented cases ever. It caught Carswell Air
Force Base in a lie, forced a public retraction that vindicated the
eyewitnesses, and raised questions about national security that remain
unresolved to this day.
In fact, if the Pentagon’s Unidentified Aerial Phenomena Task Force is serious
about its obligations to Congress come June, a fuller accounting of what
happened when this reportedly massive enigma encroached on the no-fly zone
above President Bush’s residence should be near the top of its to-do list.
Less than seven years after 9/11, bin Laden still at large, an apparent flying
machine without a transponder making a steady southeast beeline for the
“western White House” in Crawford, the F-16s that were within eyesight of the
thing an hour earlier suddenly nowhere to be found – and no military records
exist? Really?
What little we do know, cobbled together largely through the detailed
reconstruction of civilian radar data, is on file with the Scientific
Coalition for UAP Studies. But the only reason we know anything at all is
because Angelia decided to believe the witnesses who contacted her.
The piece did massive traffic – reporters from as far as Japan came to town,
she shared the story on CNN’s Larry King Live, NPR, etc. etc. – but several
weeks later, an editor informed her it was time to get back to local meat ‘n’
taters; after all, she was the paper’s only full-time reporter. Angelia argued
the story was huge, it needed more coverage. The boss said no. Angelia
submitted a two-week notice. The next day, her desk had been cleared out and
she was told to scat.
Life in newspaperland.
When I learned the bad news on Friday, I went back over her FB posts for the
past month, where she was unknowingly writing the final chapter of her life.
It had gotten real on 12/16, with an update that she and Randell were both in
the hospital in Stephenville. But this was more than a diary. This was a
bedside plea for her 2,453 FB friends to mask up and wake up.
12/17: “Randell is in ICU on 60% supplemental oxygen … Do whatever you can to
avoid Covid. It’s a really awful disease. Get the vaccine. You don’t want
this.”
Her narrative was an ebb and flow of light and dark, hope versus reality. On
12/19, she linked to an Arkansas woman’s story who, given “just minutes to
live,” has survived in “a miracle.” One day later, Randell was off the BiPap
machine and “may go home tomorrow. I may go home tomorrow.” 12/21: “We won’t
be going anywhere today.” 12/23: “The good news is the hospital has been sent
helpers from FEMA. The bad news is I’m going backwards in my breathing for
some reason …”
Through it all, she celebrated Trump’s courtroom defeats and Christmas
memories alike. If only she could get on the other side of 2020. But the
numbers kept stacking up.
12/24: Link to “Texas college student, 21, dies after long battle with
COVID-19.” 12/25: “Very slow going to get weaned off the oxygen. And Randell
on more than me.” 12/26: “Diminished lung capacity. Has to get better than
this!” 12/29: “Still cannot get up without breathing hard, huffing and
puffing.” 12/30: Link to “Congressman-elect Luke Letlow dies after Covid
diagnosis.” A photo of her bleak hospital corridor: “So scary.” Link to
“’Gilligan’s Island’ Star Dawn Welles Who Played Mary Ann Dead at 82 from
COVID.’”
12/31: “I wasn’t able to stay on the lower amount of oxygen. It was okay while
I was still but when I got up my saturation sunk like a rock and I could not
breathe…” She shared a story about a man in Santa Fe who who sued New Mexico
for the right to touch his wife, confined to a memory care clinic. Then came a
picture of her grandson in a high chair, Christmas tree in the background. And
a shout-out to her many friends, who bombarded her with encouragement: “Happy
New Year! I hope everyone has a great 2021!”
1/2/21: “It makes all the difference to have a great nurse who understands
panic attacks. Thank you Jeannie!” Another pitch for homeless dogs: “Can
anyone help?” More news from quarantine: “Please stay home. This disease is
nothing like the flu or any other pneumonia I’ve had.”
Another repost on 1/3: “Virginia state senator dies from COVID-19.” Forty
minutes later: “So hard to breathe in through my nose and out through my
mouth. I instinctively want to mouth breathe …” 1/4: “Randell needs every
prayer you can muster!” Then: “They are looking for a bed for him in a bigger
hospital. He could not keep going like he was.” Hours later, Randell has been
airlifted to another hospital: “… I feel your love and support wrapped around
me. It is very much appreciated. We need a miracle.”
1/5: Repost of a BBC piece, “Mum’s ‘heartbreaking’ death next to daughter in
hospital.” Angelia: “So sad. The treatment is hard to take. I understand not
wanting to suffer anymore.”
1/6: Randell succumbs to CV-19 on the day of the insurrection in Washington.
Hours later: “Friends and family I am Being moved to ICU now. Can’t maintain
my oxygen in regular room now.” She issues a few followup statements in the
comment thread: “I am trying to fight but I am so weary,” “I would be a fool
to say I’m not scared to death …”
That was it.
On Thursday, nearly 13 years to the day the great mystery drifted over Texas
cattle country on Jan. 8, 2008, Angelia Joiner joined 3,431 other Americans
killed by the plague in a single day. They will not be needing convalescent
plasma, herd immunity, disposable gloves, thoughts, prayers, masks,
ventilators, vaccines, stimulus payments, rehab, face shields, antibody tests,
nasal swabs, 10-day quarantines, social distancing, Purell, beds in the
hospital gift shop, or contactless pizza delivery.
Those are for us, the lucky ones they’ve left behind.
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