I made the mistake of joining a Skinwalker Ranch fan group on social media. Silly me, I’d thought to find some folks who were similarly fascinated by the location and were fans of the show. Nope. Nothing but a bunch of bitching know-it-all “experts” living in their mothers’ basements with Pamela Anderson posters from the 90s still taped to the walls above their beds. Who would have thought so many PhDs still lived with mom and have nothing better to do than proclaim their intellectual superiority on the Internet? These crème-de-la-crème of society are all unanimous in their appraisal that the History Channel series THE SECRET OF SKINWALKER RANCH is fake. Jerry Springer was real, dammit, but the History Channel series isn’t!
They don’t seem to understand—shocking, considering their magnified intellects—that, while yes, the series is just that, a television series, wherein hours and hours of material are edited down for weekly viewing, and of course the producers of the show would do everything possible to make it tantalizing, to edit it in such a way as to make viewers want to tune in the following week—just like with a scripted television program—the history of bizarre activity at Skinwalker Ranch long predates this show, and involves so many witnesses, credible witnesses, that any possibility of it all being a big bit of flimflam is microscopically small. Did the producers of the show travel back in time to the early 90s and start paying people off to claim experiencing paranormal phenomena in anticipation of there one day being a TV show about it?
Actually, given the high strangeness at the Ranch, this idea isn’t as preposterous as perhaps I had intended.