Still at it I see. Who’s winning? Here is something that you no doubt won’t read, but here it is anyway. It’s about alien intelligence.

There are three types of alien intelligences that an Earth person may encounter. The first is extraterrestrial, born off the Earth and arrives here in a space conveyance of some type. The second might be a form of intelligence native to this planet but completely outside the empirical experience of mankind. John Keel’s work with Mothman of West Virginia leads in this direction. The third type, would be a human born right here on Earth but by the time he (I gender type here for simplicity and statistical accuracy) reaches puberty has been so isolated, alienated, deserted, divergent, that although he may speak your language and eat your food, he has become as alien to you as any being from a distant galaxy. You may well dread all three of these creatures, but of the three, fear mostly the third type. For he will sleep in your midst, sit in your movie theatres, ride your buses, then one bright sunny day without any rational portent, turn on you and kill hundreds. The bitter irony of it is, that these human aliens are created by your society by the time they are thirteen years old. Oh make no mistake, when one of these lost souls looks into your eyes he sees an alien, a thing not of his flesh, not of his blood, a creature to be shot down as you would a squirrel. You would be better off facing a thousand of H. G. Wells’ Martians. Is there hope? Yes. Of what sort? Why I haven’t the slightest idea. My point is this: the aliens are here amongst you…and you made them.

Oh, I know, this may all seem puerile fancy, far beneath your consideration, except, for one minor point which I offer here for entertainment’s sake. Due primarily to the ineffectuality of the hoods and bullies that tormented them, many of these poor tortured alien-human psychological hybrids were allowed to walk out of junior high school alive. (Note: if your children are reporting a lonely isolated tormented young man in 7th grade…makes sure they kill him. It will be better for all concerned.) Some of these men are in their fifties, most all of them are white, most have managed to create a veneer of acceptance so that today if you were to meet one of these home grown aliens on the street or in a board meeting, some of the more intuitive amongst you might note a strangeness, but more than likely these men would be allowed to pass…anywhere. The first time your enemy, whither sitting in a cave on the Pakistani Chinese border, or, on a high plateau on a planet a hundred light years away, offers this person a chance….make no mistake he will take it…from his point of view, he owes you NOTHING…certainly not any loyalty.

So there you have it, all you healthy minds at SLATE…there are dangerous alien creatures on your streets…and in your theaters…and in your Lion’s Club meetings…in your city courthouses…in your bowling alleys…under your boardwalks…waiting…just waiting and you have more in common with any chimpanzee than you do these men. Guaranteed. Just something to think about as you sit watching the next movie that makes fun of people.

“Please, give us hope.”

“Very well. The next thirteen year old boy you see alone and in agony, in the name of God, do something. Don’t let it happen any more. This planet is far too small to be creating aliens upon it by your own indifference.”

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I, on the other hand, will be punching every 12 year old in I see in the face. That way there will be so many aliens, we can all play Star Trek!