You think, we dont - we are armed!

Day 374, 07:59 Published in USA USA by SebastianA

You find them all over the world either abusing, seducing or confusing people in a theatre of powerplay or in numerous hospital visits. And without making to much comparisons between these green men and aliens- they usually come in packs between 8 and 200, sometimes they come crashing down like some saucer, that as all porcelain ware – falls to the ground and breaks when you throw them. Other times they land safely on foreign land in some kind of miracle and yells on top of their lungs in Latin even though they don't really know what means. But, I'm feelign generous today and will give you the answer to both. They are not a bunch of wannabe scholars, or catholic priests (neither are green) but they all are from the marines, army and sometimes even random security guards, and the Latin they yell is “always faithful!”

However, how faithful are the aliens that fly in from one place to another. They haven't exactly coped with light speed travel, or mega cannons that shoots out Godzillas that eat all their enemies in a crack of a food court. They are much more cunning than that. They sneak in on tickets paid by all other than themselves (the definition of tax money) and silently sneaks in, smelling blood from their enemies as Benn Dover smells political meaning in an empty jar, before they stick their heads out from the bush and shoots around them like a bunch of all-American Ramboes, doing what they do in an American way. Then they duck down again, sneak into the enemies hospital which again isn't even paid by their fellow citizens before they are ready to decapitate some more enemies in the “no-man's-land”. I have yet to see an alien movie like it.

But why do they do it? Why do they run into a foreign land, quitting their overpaid jobs (Yes, if you work I the building sector – you are overpaid) flying into the bush only to hurt themselves. Even though the most tempting answer is to easy and I bet it is almost drooling from your tounge as a fat German kid drools over a desk of glistening wienerschizel, it is not because they “just are American.” At least not just because of that. I like to call them the lighthouse of democracy (hell, we elected an erotic fantasy as a president!) and without taking away from others copyright, we are the “firearms” of the patriots, and the eggs of the farmer. We run into dangerous situations, not because we want to, have to, must, or feel the necessity to, but simply because we can. We like that we can, and that's why there are money from the taxpayers who pays for guns, wellness, houses and even gifts for soldiers of e. U.S.A.

We arn't faithful, so stop saying it, we are bloodsucking evil dirt bags of the hood, the nackers of America, the cows of India, and the alcohol of Islam. We arn't faithful, and we sure are stupid, we are like drunken blind men crossing a highway, we are like cutters with dull knives, and maybe most symbolic of all. We are the crashing aliens in Area 51. Go crash some heads soldiers!