And when are the Aliens swooping in ...?

Hmm, I've heard some of you say that the Aliens are waiting for the right time to come in and swoop to protect to us. But, all the meanwhile, the whole world seems to gone into some type of chaos.

Anytime soon would be nice.



Guns
Marshall Law
Economy
Murder
Bombings
Zombies
Shootings everyday
Tyranny

I mean what else is next on the list?

They seem to be doing a bang up job.

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You just wait...someone will come post how it the Aliens who are orchestrating all the chaos....

Des

Originally posted by Destinyone
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You just wait...someone will come post how it the Aliens who are orchestrating all the chaos....

Des

I think they already did.

It's the Reptilians fault.

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All of that stuff is actually being orchestrated by this group of reptile aliens...

Members include George Bush, Beyoncé ad her man... whos only part human btw...

All of the rolling stones...

This guy...

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And Various members of the US senate....

I think Destinyone is in on it too...

Just so you know...

Originally posted by Akragon


I think Destinyone is in on it too...

Just so you know...

edit on 24-4-2013 by Akragon because: (no reason given)

Doubtful..

Originally posted by Manhater

Originally posted by Akragon


I think Destinyone is in on it too...

Just so you know...

edit on 24-4-2013 by Akragon because: (no reason given)

Doubtful..

Then her plan is working flawlessly *rubs hands together*

*shifty eyes*

*wiggles fingers*

oO

Okay, this is slightly off-topic. But this is the second thread I read today mentioning "marshall laws" - I guess you mean "martial laws".

I have nothing else to contribute to this topic, sorry

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My bad.

lol

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Hmm, I've heard some of you say that the Aliens are waiting for the right time to come in and swoop to protect to us

From ourselves? Thats kind of self defeating isn't it? The longer they protect us the bigger the population, the more likely something will happen, the harder it is to protect us... etc.

Thats why the non-intervention protocols exist.

THE ALIENS ARE IN THE KREMLIN!!

100% undeniable proof right here I swear!

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He looks normal to me.

He just looks like he's having a very bad day.

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Its not Medvedev, If you look closely you can see (in the paperwork) undeniable proof that aliens inhabit the Kremlin corridors.
See>? Just look more closely.. at the paperwork. I can circle it with red if you want..

Judging by all the reports of Aliens tampering with our nuclear ficilities and ICBM's. I think the only thing they are interested in is us turning this planet into a nuclear wasteland.

Some people think they are interested in our politics but I find that unlikely.

-Alien

Look up, or better look up the history of UFO sightings (ignoring all images and gov't explanations).

The ETs are here, but not in any way that self-absorbed, everyday humans could possible imagine.

Understand that from a cosmic perspective we are a world of disorder and lack of harmony, an undesirable place to allow to exist. The fix for that general condition requires guidance whether that world wants it or not, and it won't, of course, because it doesn't recognize that it is in a terminal state. Many individual and national egos are at stake and self-preservation is the bottom line for all.

So what would the smart ETs coming to Earth do? Land on the White House lawn of the mighty Americans, stop to talk with rice farmers in the Far East or simply fly around for over half a century making themselves highly visible, doing nothing concrete just watching and collecting data? Yes, for a time. They would do exactly that.

When the secret aspects of leading governments had eventually decided that UFOs were really ET craft and they did some reasoning of the impact that might mean to them, then the ETs would communicate. "Greetings, we come in peace," in some form would undoubtedly be their first words . After a few preliminary meetings they would give a warning that as a globe we MUST change the way we conduct our business in order to preserve ourselves and the planet. Otherwise, the ETs would standby and catalog the inevitable, already in progress, self-destruction. The ETs would offer their experience, expertise and insights into what needed to be changed or eliminated. They would be advisers only, a hands-off operation, with the mechanics left entirely in the hands of the humans.

There would be thousands of different suggestions from the ETs on how to run a safer, sustainable, better world. Many of those suggestions would run counter to what was typically the operating "rules" of humankind that run deeply into the very personal philosophies of individuals and nations. Some changes would be unfathomable and would be resisted because the real reason for the change had not been explained. And even if the full story was revealed, human nature will not take kindly to the alien suggestions that impinged onto everyday aspects of human lives.

Getting right with the cosmos means chaos on Earth.

It is as simple as that.

The aliens won't come. Here's why....

"They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"Meat. They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"There's no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They're completely meat."

"That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?"

"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."

"So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."

"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines."

"That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat."

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they're made out of meat."

"Maybe they're like the orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage."

"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take long. Do you have any idea what's the life span of meat?"

"Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."

"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through."

"No brain?"

"Oh, there's a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat! That's what I've been trying to tell you."

"So ... what does the thinking?"

"You're not understanding, are you? You're refusing to deal with what I'm telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat."

"Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"

"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you beginning to get the picture or do I have to start all over?"

"Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat."

"Thank you. Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out of meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years."

"Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind?"

"First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and information. The usual."

"We're supposed to talk to meat."

"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there. Anybody home.' That sort of thing."

"They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?"

"Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat."

"I thought you just told me they used radio."

"They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat."

"Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?"

"Officially or unofficially?"

"Both."

"Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing."

"I was hoping you would say that."

"It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?"

"I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say? 'Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?"

"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they can only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact."

"So we just pretend there's no one home in the Universe."

"That's it."

"Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you probed? You're sure they won't remember?"

"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them."

"A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream."

"And we marked the entire sector unoccupied."

"Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?"

"Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again."

"They always come around."

"And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone"

Terry Bisson

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Please tell me that guy isn't serious.

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No, just a short story...is a funny thing to consider though....

reply to post by Gazrok

I haven't laughed out loud in a while, but that sure did it for me. Thanks.
I R thinking meat. Ha ha Works for me.