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Views from An Alien

Coming down from Mars where I was for a brief family stay, I saw Endeavour on my side going back to earth as well. I heard later they took pictures of me as they believed I was a UFO. Granted, I’m a rather minuscule space traveler and look rather bizarre with my wobbling antennas and wagging tail, so I can understand why innocent space travelers misunderstand what I am. But it gave me reason to think: I really am an Alien from Mars.

That’s why I upped the viewpoint of my blog another notch. As an alien I could not believe my eyes. While traveling down I noticed all over the flatland of the USA spots with fierce explosions. No, not that nuclear stuff, but town hall fireworks. In the air, I attributed this to what you tend to call outbursts of climate change, the like we take for granted on Mars but is made into a huge scam on Mother Earth. But leave that for another time. I saw it lightening everywhere from a cloudless blue sky (no ozone there).

Strolling back to my sunny hiding place (I can’t tell you where it is because one never knows with this “fishy mail”) I found that the American populace had a sudden fit of realism versus utopia that had reigned supreme during the last two years. Had they finally looked in the wordbook what that meant (“an impractical, idealistic concept for social and political reform” as adeptly summarized by your Webster’s) and had they finally concluded that they were being taken for a ride?

When I switched on the television, that impression was fully confirmed. Before I took off for Mars, your dear Lady Speaker had sent shrieking yells of Nazis and swastikas to the opposing crowds through her battered loudspeaker. But when I got back, heavens, in just a few weeks of absence, everything had gotten worse. Your dear Leader had joined her in telling the populace they were committing manufactured opposition. Did he ever follow a history course or read his Constitution twice? We on Mars know better. No wonder everybody lost their temper.

We on Mars have a holy suspicion of politicians, both would-be and incumbents. Sure, you need a government, a parliament that checks and a justice that balances. But we let them handle only star wars and the basic needs, the rest we handle ourselves. Here on earth, I get very weary of nice talking politicians that sweep you of your feet telling you they can do everything for you much better than you can do for yourselves. Remember that salesman on the village market standing high and making you buy that cooking utensil that did not work when you got home? Remember the guy next to him who had no audience because he did not speak so well, but had a utensil that did work and that you then went back to buy? And then that first salesman who tells you rudely you have no right to complain and ask for your money back?

America, you are sitting on the wrong edge of the ditch, and have a good chance of falling into it and drown. Utopia sounds good but does not work. It has been shown before so often: Marxism was utopia, Nazism was utopia, the French revolution was (how many heads rolled then!), and so on. The whole Third World is full of it. Thomas More himself, who wrote five hundred years ago the book about that lovely Island where everything works like clockwork, called it fiction. Well, that’s what it is. Thieves, murderers and politicians do still exist in the real world and you better watch out. They want your money and your power for themselves. Leave it to them to take care of you and you go broke. How come then that occasionally so many people get so entranced by how well they speak while not thinking about what they say?

You earthmen, especially young ones,  love to dream and swoon and when you find out your wallet is gone, you have no where to go but to the guy who took it. Next time (your health bill, your cap and trade bill,  2010, etc.) , think first. Better yet, think twice.  Best: Think  Alien.


Views from a Foreigner 2

Last week I walked up Fulton Street in New York, crossed Broadway and stepped into the St. Paul’s Chapel. A board said it was part of the Trinity Church right across from Wall Street where I had just been meditating after doing research in the Financial District.

I gazed around the modest looking and quiet locale that had been in use since 1776, the official beginning of America’s nationhood, and noticed a table and walls full of pictures of fallen heroes rescuing victims during 9/11, which happened a little over 200 years later. I didn’t realize the Chapel had been a resting place for those brave men and woman who in heroic efforts saved other people’s lives from the ashes of what once were the heralded World Trade Towers, and lost their lives in doing so.

I then walked on to ground zero, with mixed feelings. I had been there years ago after it was first opened to the public. The same ugly depressing blue fence was still prohibiting a clear view. Works were going on now for the foundation of the Freedom Towers. We are almost ten years later and the only thing visible was a huge crater where bulldozers and scrapers rolled in the deep like Lego pieces.

An eerie feeling crept up my stomach. What I had been seeing in the USA for the last few years was anything but the remembrance of what had hit it in 2001. The euphoria about chasing the crazed culprits from Afghanistan and giving these miscreants their deserved come-uppance has ebbed away and made room for apologies to those same origins of evil. Bowing to sheiks. America’s “intolerance”. Islam is peace. Just this week some well-known high ranking socialist politicians were calling protesters “un-American”. Earlier in the week they had compared them with Nazis wielding swastikas.

As a foreigner, having lived through World War II, this got me really upset. I did see Nazis killing relatives, laughing at their wounds or cut off limbs; stealing Jews, – men, women and children –  from their homes and sending them to gas chambers. I did see swastikas on the sleeves of these dreaded Gestapo men, who ruthlessly shot people in their face or dumped them alive in mass graves. I know what Nazism is. Do they? I have lived it. Do they have a clue? Do you realize you pay these people their expensive salaries, perks and healthcare plans that you can’t afford?

How can a Speaker of the House, third in line to the Presidency, say such things unpunished? Nobody in the press reacted (think what would have happened if Boehner or John McCain would have made such comment!) What has happened to the United States since 9/11? How come you Americans voted for this administration and its congress? Did you realize what you were doing or have you changed so much that you don’t even care? Why does the great USA have a President who condones such insane language? Aren’t you at fault yourselves?

As I see it from my Mars vantage point, you are going through very bad times. I am appalled about where these human beings come from. Nazis? Swastikas? Un-American? Are you going hopping mad?

It is a somber realization. I don’t recognize you anymore. In 1776, a great nation was born. In 2009, 236 years later that great nation is crumbling from internal strife. You think the civil war was bad. True, it’s not civil war yet. But it’s heading there: it is a very uncivil strife and could get worse. This is not leadership of the greatest free nation on earth. This is selling it out to evil doers, inside and outside. That is not what these brave men and women at ground zero gave their lives for.

Although as a Mars man, I cannot be but politically neutral in the USA, I cannot be neutral where it concerns the universal basic human rights of freedom of speech, freedom to earn, freedom to pray, freedom to choose and defense of the nation and the unborn. Those are principles that any rightful nation considers basic rights, and worth defending. Looking around there is only a handful of nations that appear to have achieved these wonderful rights, totally or at least partially. Many peoples are still under the thumb of thugs and thieves. However, if you yourselves start calling your own Nazis, and there is no word from the top or the press – leave alone the voters – that this is way beyond the pale, this nation’s hard-won freedom is crumbling, I tell you, and its principles are going down the drain. Take my word.

Folks in the street, tea parties and the like, take it from the Mars Man and unite to defend what you have before it is too late and throw the bums out asap.

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