These files conclusively prove that aliens were at Roswell, New Mexico. Among them is a memo to the director from Guy Hottel, the special agent in charge of the Washington field office in 1950.The memo has been published on the FBI website.In the memo, whose subject line is ‘Flying Saucers’, Agent Hottel reveals that an Air Force investigator had stated that ‘three so-called flying saucers had been recovered in New Mexico’.

Agent Hottel went on to write: ‘They were described as being circular in shape with raised centers, approximately 50 feet in diameter.

“I know aliens exist because I lived in a house with one. It had a human shape but only 3 feet tall,’ he stated.
All the alien bodies spotted in Roswell were ‘dressed in a metallic cloth of a very fine texture. Each body was bandaged in a manner similar to the blackout suits used by speed flyers and test pilots.
The release of the secret memo is also conclusively claims that there is has been an ongoing government cover-up…

The bodies of aliens were said to have been recovered and autopsied by the U.S. military, but American authorities covered up the incident.The headlines screamed: ‘Flying Disc captured by Air Force.’ Yet, just 24 hours later, the military changed their story and claimed the object they’d first thought was a ‘flying disc’ was a weather balloon that had crashed on a nearby ranch

http://allin1dot.com/fbi-memo-proves-aliens-in-roswell-case.html

http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/blogpost/post/fbi-releases-roswell-memo-about-three-bodies-of-human-shape/2011/04/11/AF58CTKD_blog.html

Well B; how's it goin today?

Not too bad Colonel; nothin on tv but I had a chance to reread the encyclopedia again.

Did you know that in your mythology there was this huge flood and this great big boat....

Well B, I know all about it and we can talk about that later.

Anyway I got us some Chinese food for tonight and that chicken dung you really like.

Oh, really? Now that whets my appetite for sure.

And I have some interesting news for you! We can talk about it while we watch the game!

Guy was a little late again. Another meeting with those Pentagon fellows. How he ever got roped into this, he was never sure.

Born in 1910 just out of Tombstone, Guy Hottel was drafted in '42. He was always skinny and barely five-six in height. So they decided to keep him at the Pentagon for a couple years.

He started as a clerk typist—easy work for a Yale grad and he had this facility for typing up forms.

But pursuant to the Peter Principle he was sent to the ETO under Ike's command where he worked on top secret procurement forms. Guy knew just about every dirty secret among the higher officials fighting for the Allies.

He knew which cigars and cigs went to which generals; he knew where the best Scotch was to be sent; hell he even knew which call girl service to call when one of the Free French seemed down in the dumps.

By the time the war was over, Guy had been made a full Colonel and was offered a peach position with the Oppenheimer group in New Mexico; a job that peaked his interest and provided a climate similar to his childhood days.

B, dig in now, the game is gonna start in fifteen minutes!

Colonel Hottel had had one hell of a meeting with those Pentagon officials; that was why he was an hour late getting home.

Colonel, glad you could make it; this is Colonel Klinker and Undersecretary of the Army Noah Dumpster. Would you take a seat.

The meeting had taken place in one of those underground facilities just outside of Taos. It just looked like another silo but in point of fact, after you went down thirty feet on the ladder a door opened to an elevator that took you down into the abyss about seven floors.

How's the freak today? inquired Captain Sapp.

Frank, I told you not to refer to B as a freak for chrissakes!

Undersecretary Dumpster decided to jump into the fray. It was easy to see that these officers could get into it from time to time; especially since two colonels were involved.

Now boys, we have some business to take care of here and I do not have a lot of time so let me get to my talking points.

The men stood to attention; Yes Sir Mr. Undersecretary.

Oh sit the hell down and call me Noah!

The officers took the cue and sat at the oval table.

Guy had been a friend of Frank's since his Pentagon days; Frank had been a clerk typist in his unit and had ended up in the Pacific for two years. Although Frank did end up marrying his wife Frida a couple of years before, that fact had just endeared Hottel to Klinker since Frida had become too big a burden to handle anyway.

But Frank was a confirmed racist, coming from Detroit and there was no other way the bastard could handle this alien business anyway. Guy had been fighting with Frank about the latter's racism since HST had issued the desegregation order.

It was getting to the point where Guy just figured he could not even be seen in public with this prick anymore.

My first talking point involves some give and take gentlemen. I must confirm certain points related to your office's latest memos, Dumpster began.

Now the alien has begun to morph and is actually becoming a little taller; is that correct Colonel Hottel?

Yes sir. B, that is what we call him, has grown an inch over the last year and is now a full 2'5”.

His general pallor has also changed has it not Colonel?

Yes, it's the damnedest thing Mr. Undersecretary. He had always been a kind of grayish green. But ever since that Jack Benny guy got his own TV show, B has been interested in the man/servant on that series. So as time has gone on, B has turned more of a grayish black. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pcqbLYdHlGQ

Oh Christ! You mean we have a nigger alien on our hands now, chimed in Frank!

Captain Sapp, that will be enough! Have you not read the goodamn memos? I should report you for this outburst, bust you down to private and throw you in the brig for six months.

Frank gulped and stood to attention.

I...I...I'm sorry Sir, it just kind of slipped out!

Sit down idiot and there will be no further outbursts and if I hear you speaking the n word again I swear to God...

Yes Sir.

Yes Guy, I read that memo and that is one reason I am here today.

We have come up with a plan and this plan shall not be contained in any memo, understood?

Yes Sir, all three officers exclaimed at once.

All three of you are ordered never to discuss any of the matters we are discussing today and after the plan has been put into action, you shall never even discuss this matter with each other!

Understood?

Yes Sir!

We have made arrangements for Guy and this B character to relocate to Honolulu next week.

Guy, you will report to the Commandant at the Air Force Base there upon arrival—after you have moved into the residence provided there--and you will take this pass with you.

Understood?

Proper papers are being prepared right now as we speak providing for a hospital record of birth; a formal Birth Certificate issued by the proper state authorities; and announcements have been prepared for the local newspapers.

Now Colonel Klinker and the Captain shall make arrangements for transport undercover. But you two may leave at this time, a memo regarding transport shall be handed to you under seal later tomorrow.

Understood?

Yes Sir, and the two officers left the room.

After they left, Dumpster continued.

This is one of the most important missions you will ever be asked to complete Guy. I cannot tell you how important this mission will mean to our country in the years to come.

Within a month of your arrival in Honolulu you will meet with a young girl who has been recruited by the CIA.

Under orders, she has entered into a relationship with one of our covers from Kenya.

She has agreed to serve as surrogate mother for B.

But Mr. Undersecretary, B is only 2'5” and who is to say this his 'growth spurt' will continue...he may look like a small tot for the rest of his life.

We have been experimenting with a growth hormone Guy and following up on those blood tests made at the hospital in Taos, the medical experts are telling us that this is going to work!

But B really has only known me after all this time Mr. Undersecretary it is going to be tricky to 'civilize' him. And besides, are not some folks in Honolulu going to become curious over this anomaly?

Well the plan is for the CIA surrogate to take B to Indonesia for awhile and bring him back in three or four years so that he might complete his education in Hawaii.

You will remain in Hawaii to help with the transition.

What is the ultimate goal or purpose in all of this Mr. Undersecretary?

This alien is going to be the first Black President of the United States of America.

The end.