Tuesday

Paste Eaters, We come in Peace



At some point everyone gets into a discussion about alien life, alien to Earth, not your country, that’s a horse of a different color.  I know some people don’t believe, but that’s because they haven’t done the math.  I’m not saying E.T. has ever come to our little corner of the universe, let alone Earth, I’m just saying statistically speaking there has to be some sort of life all over the place.  It just adds up.

But usually the conversation is about ‘intelligent’ life, (insert obvious dumb human joke here).  People who believe in such things, and of course, movie makers always assume not only is there intelligent life but that we are well below the bell curve when it comes to brain pans.  Have you ever noticed, as far as the universe is concerned, we are the slow kids in the back of the class eating paste.  Paste Eaters! The lot of us!  We are never portrayed as equal or heaven forbid, the superior race.  Hell, even in one of the StarTrek movies, whales got higher billing then humans.  I like whales and all, but come on, kill the humans if there be no whales captain. It’s insulting.

Here’s a thought, what if . . . what if, WE ARE THE MOST INTELLIGENT creatures in the universe?  Scary huh?  The most intelligent beings ever and our best solution to nasal discharge, rectal cleansing, disposing of life bearing fluids, spilled milk picker upper, chewing gum receptacle, windshield cleaner and new shoe filler is wadded up paper.  Wadded paper, so many uses, so little respect. 

But we could be top of the class, A#1, intellictus superious ; maybe just maybe, there is life out there waiting for us to come to them. 
Hey Earth people! Come over and visit us, you guys have rockets, all we have is square wheels, and damn it they just make life so much harder. 
What kind of idiots continue to use square wheels? WE RULE!

But you know it wouldn’t work, we’d screw it up and before you can say “Bob’s your uncle” we’d be enslaved to an alien race, forced to make wadded up paper for their every desire.  Hey, what did you expect from a race of people who let their children eat paste?

This is why we are never portrayed as the superior race and always as the pestilence who need to be eradicated from existence. We eat paste.