The
Paranoid Alien Looks at Public Health on Earth
Boxing
Day, 1994
Hello,
out there in Radioland. This is Paranoid Alien Radio, broadcasting on
1519 Killing Hurts.
What
has become of our Victory over the Shadow, which we had believed had
been won for all time by the heroes of the 1940's?
About
the same time your sister began developing breasts, she discovered
that the Great Abomination was not the Silence of God, but rather,
the inability of the weary partisans of the ‘40's to admit that the
downfall of the Twisted Cross had been only a provisional victory.
The luminescence of 1946 proved to be a False Dawn. We subsequently
learned, that until the Powers that rule this world are made
accountable to the cries of those who suffer because they have been
left behind, these brazen Powers shall attempt to use material
technology to reverse the direction of the Wheel of Karma.
That
is why the constellations beneath which children were born in the
‘60's gleamed so brightly, in the canopy of a night which was so
dark that nearly every intelligent person contemplated suicide.
Maybe
it’s a miracle that anything survived. Or maybe it’s just that
the Creator has a rather perverse sense of humor.
Bulletin
on the Public Health of Your Planet
(Alien
Voice with mechanical Intonation)
- Good morning from Paranoid Alien Radio, broadcasting on 1519 killing hurts, and wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. In the interest of public health upon your planet, we must warn you of a plague which is to be taken just as seriously as the White Plague that swept through all of Continental Europe during the 1940's.
- When you study the Holocaust and the Gotterdammerung, you usually leave out the influence of the Anti-man Djinn. Yes, certain stars do have anthropologists who do come around to take pictures of the savages torturing each other. They are tricked when you nibble at each other with lovebites, because their reptile minds can’t understand how it is possible to love and hate at the same time. But so long as you let yourself be ruled by games of serious dominance and submission, you’ll find you are caught in the nets of Cosmic Imperialists, who want to keep you bound in rituals of self-destruction, because they fear the day that your perversities shall become fashionable among their reptile-women.
- That is why you are suffering from this epidemic. We know that the first thing your rulers will do, shall be to try to control the epidemic through rites of human sacrifice. When this doesn’t work they shall try torturing victims, in hopes that the Gods shall smile. Because they live their days in the shadow of enormous pride, they can’t understand why the appetite of the Cruel Gods for human blood seems to escalate like a heroin habit.
- That is why we Paranoid Aliens have had to come down to inspect your military installations. We have had to intervene, because we are the only ones who are being allowed to question the chastity of your heroic soldiers. We may need to carry some of you off; this may be the only way that we can put an end to the gang-rapes that a certain group of us hears about when it tunes in to the voices of the mothers’ prayers.
- It would have been better if you had allowed the soldiers to drag all their harlots in tow. Then, at least, there might have been some honor, and some accountability for how they were spreading their own social diseases among the natives.
- It would be even better if these women were to gang together, to comfort and protect each other, and to demand the proper rites of atonement from men who’ve subjected their loved ones to pain and humiliation. When our Paranoid Alien Public Health Officers are able to observe this sort of response, we shall be able to conclude that your species is developing an immune reaction that is capable of suppressing the disease. Until that time comes, we shall need to continue our inspections, and we may need to carry some of your leaders off for special re-educational sessions.
A
Place Where Mutually Incompatible Universes Collide
Hello
there, let me introduce myself. I have come to your Great American
Desert. I shall let you call me, “Roswell Man.”
Some
of you shall question, whether I should be called a man at all. The
experts on who is a man are supposed to be the Anthropologists –
but I’ve found that these Anthropologists are prejudiced against us
Flying Saucer People. So prejudiced, that if one of us has a motor
vehicle accident in New Mexico, he gets turned over to the Feds for
scientific dissection.
If
you want to know, that is the reason why I am a Paranoid Alien. But
I’ve been down here long enough to discover that, in the plains
that are now staked with oil derricks, almost everyone is just as
paranoid as I am..
The
Staked Plain of New Mexico is a place where several mutually
incompatible universes are colliding. In most of the towns except
Roswell, it’s snake-oil evangelism and Seven-Day Creationism. On
the military bases it’s top-secret agendas and random particles
from the nuclear physics lab. Out where the money is made, it’s
drilling rigs send out by Napoleonic consortiums, as well as the
human trafficking in illegal workers. Is it any wonder, with all this
crazy-making, that there are Native villages in which a new Jesus
gets nailed to a cross every year?
If
shoes are put out on the doorstep the next day, Christ has survived
his ordeal.
Given
the sort of confusion that your economic system imposes on the
conscience, I really don’t think it’s surprising that some people
want to believe in me as a God, while some of your leading
theologians will insist that I must be the very Devil.
Since
my race is more like yours than I care to admit, it’s possible we
may end up becoming your devils. But just for the record, the only
reason I was flying around over Roswell the day of my motor vehicle
accident, is that I was gathering data for a post-graduate thesis in
Anthropology. As an anthropologist myself, I am aware that the
cross-cultural excuse for Imperialism is that it is better for a
people to be under the occupation of masters who rule by The Book,
than to allow them to wallow forever in child-sacrifice and civil
wars.
When
I deliver my report to the Starlords, I shall advise all to take
solemn warning from the sinful conquests and terrible downgoings of
the Conquistador caste in Roswell. I pray to what you call Allah
that, in the fearful event that we are mandated by the Star Council
to be your protectors, the people of my star shall do better than
those of your planet have done in similar situations.
But
knowing as I do the terrible similarity between my race and yours, I
cannot guarantee it.
5. Reliable informed sources indicate than even though their home planet is many light years away, at warp-speed they can arrive here in 15 minutes.
