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During the summer of 1952 President Truman was livid over the persistent UFO flap, especially when they repeatedly buzzed the White House. One particular evening “Give ‘em hell Harry” stood on the rear portico and shook his fist at those brightly lighted discs flying over Washington, DC. “Those rotten little bastards are mocking me; I wish we could shoot all of them out of the sky.” The president turned to his chief of staff and asked, “Has the Majestic group come up with any new information on those little devils?”