The skies above me flash with light that most won't see too filled with fright.
See? Listening to some skeptibunky they submit ... become its flunky. Wallowing their crass denial, they avoid their test and trial. These abstain, avoiding grace and satisfaction sans distaste.
Yes, sold the "bill of goods" we need to live our lives on callused knees, we take the word of those we know will keep us safe and warm, you know? We dismiss imagination, refuse a valid protestation, and depend upon *convenient* culture. Our dreams become mere fare for vultures.
There is more to life, I KNOW, that wheels, darts, and hotly glows... beyond the limit some impose — to keep their high ground, don't you know.
This —perceived by many thousands, spans those years which number thousands— left its traces on the ground and on some film that I have found.
It's chiseled into ageless stone! It's evidence we're not alone! It's PROOF denied by churlish scholars addicted to more churlish dollars ... proof retreating with our pride... in fulsome shame of things denied.
We won't hear the real story, so we can't earn our stab at glory! We're denied the human right informed consent provides, I write! With mad heads shoved, so hard, between —our flaccid cheeks— we're tres obscene.
Too, we've been *WARNED* what would occur if folks were *shocked*, *upset* — *disturbed*!
"Wanton panic would ensue, mass suicide — we come unglued! Riot's in the streets occurring, markets crashing, cultures lurching — institutions are devolved, and chaos rules! We are dissolved... —*—"
Cities razed in mass confusion, darkness claiming harsh intrusions, mobs of people looting, stealing, shocked, assaulted — senses reeling? Culture's web must come apart? Hell bound in a shopping cart?
Too, we'd DESERVE that awful harvest, sowing as we had, in earnest, feckless seeds marooned in space, that we're the pointless "washed up" race!
Though, there's no proof that must occur, and much more proof we could detour'!
Remember, then, the middle ages. Turn way back — historic pages!
Think back, quickly, to a time..., and stuff of legends filled our minds! Hearing *stories* of new races, critters FOREIGN, no relation? It's just like now, that other time. Did WE "freak out" and lose our minds?
Did western culture fall to ruin? No, it didn't. Something's brewing.
Too, please don't think me over-callous, too filled with venom, spite, or malice, but the FEW who freak that way, and lose their minds to chaos, say —kill themselves or worse— ... unblinking... good RIDDANCE to their blood, I'm thinking! Subtract them from the gene pool, cousin! They're not worth bemoaning — fussing!
Any culture comes apart, if folks from space are found? Be smart! It DESERVES to "crash on down" and crumble on that fresh new ground! If we're unhinged by real beings apart from us in space — some thing? Well, we betray intelligence, artistry, and common sense. We deserve a crass demise, bereft of tears, I would surmise.
...Makes you wonder who hangs ON to well worn ways no longer sound. Who hangs on to their pollutions — glad corrupted institutions?
Why, those, the few, professing doom! Those, who forecast shadowed gloom! Those, the ones, the few who lose, when truth is offered unconfused. And too, myself, my culture's child, aware of such so slightly wild, provoked in turn to bite the hand would feed such failure to this man!
Majorities would profit grandly I've a feeling, some understanding. Read between the lines, yourself, and lead yourself to better health.
Perhaps I didn't make this clear — if our culture implodes on an admission of the actuality of an extraterrestrial intelligence, it flatly DESERVES to implode. I've a suspicion that this *admission* could have been made around 1947 —the year before I was born— and the *implosion* would, now, be well behind us.
...We'd also be living in the asteroid belt closer to utopia, I suspect, and our respected Earth would be a garden — but you knew I was going to say that. No apologies. That's my feeling.
Additionally, don't use Orson Well's "War of the Worlds" broadcast to feather your whiny, skepti-feebroid, and nay-saying bed. That 1930's broadcast was inadvertently HAND TOOLED to incite panic, and the reaction of the people to it was no different than a genuine broadcast informing its listeners that the *Red Chinese* (say) had landed in a small American town and were killing and pillaging an actual hapless citizenry. Would culture implode as a result of an incursion by the red Chinese? Well, If it did? It would deserve to implode. Good riddance.
Consider, the rather minimal panic which ensued was a provoked lawlessness to procure the means to resist and survive. Pretty freaking healthy from a biological and psychological standpoint. Under the circumstances of a suspected attack from beyond space and time? I submit that we performed passably well! Very well indeed, actually.
Remember, minimal DEATHS occurred in THAT regrettably misunderstood debacle, and FEWER suicides.
Restore John Ford!
[You knew I was going to say that, too.]