So, now that a bonafide astronaut sais that aliens are here, and they are proud, and they are not going awya, what is next?
Maybe we will find out that B.O. is their leader (then we won’t have so far to take them when they utter that immortal line – our leader will be their leader).
With BO at the presumptive “world helm” it will be nothing for the aliens to take over without firing a single shot…like illegal Mexicans in America, or Muslims in France.
I can see it now…Ed Mitchell will be Barrack’s chief science officer and key liaison to the little grey men with big eyes.
Together they will rule under the banner “One World, One Universe”.
They will turn the skies to marmelade, and everyone will be entitled to a hit of heroine from the Afghan poppy fields.
Did you catch citizen Obama’s “rally” in Germany? Those jumbo-trons with his image pasted everywhere was a little frightening – truly reminded one of “Citizen Kane” or even worse, the hay-day of communism when every totalitarian had his image pasted across town square.
I think the world is smarter than this.
For instance, if these little grey men are so much more advanced than we ants living here on earth, why then have they not made some sort of effort to communicate with us?
I mean, at our backwards state of technology, even we are making strides in communicating with apes and dolphin…on that scale, are we really that much more technologically depressed? We’ve harnessed nuclear energy, and we try and communicate with a baboon, yet they are so much more tremendously advanced that on the same scale it makes humans to be more like amoeba than silver-back gorrillas?
I don’t know.
If they do exist, and they are so much more advanced, perhaps we should take a clue (are you listening BO) and begin spending less money on researching communication with animals and more on trying to advance to the point where the wallflowers can finally get noticed by these aliens and begin forging an alliance.
Of course, BO will be far too busy as Supreme Commander in Chief of the World to bother with a few, pesky men from outter space. Although…