Africa, Cradle of Mankind

Africa is where Earthlings became Earthlings, but after that everything that was ever important to Earthlings happened somewhere else. Africa has been sitting on its laurels for thirty thousand years, easy. It is the high school football star who now works at the convenience store of continents.

It's where Earthlings evolved, and it had the Egyptians, who weren't too shabby. But lately? Nothing. I don't think they even created their own writing there (except the Egyptians).

C'mon Africa. You can do this. Remember the opposable thumb? That was huge. And nobody did walking upright and the domestication of fire like you did.

Is it because the Earthlings left you? Moved on to other continents? Are you feeling used?

Snap out of it. Not all the Earthlings left you. It's time you thought about the ones who stayed. And look at what those others have done. War and environmental degradation? Who needs them.

You think Europe is happy? It looks like a diseased penis with erectile dysfunction. And if Europe is the penis, then Asia is the butt. The butt with a vestigial tail. And all those poopy little islands around it aren't helping. Japan must have been a big fiber day.

I have no idea what North America is going for and South America looks like it's trying to look like you. And failing.

“You mean like this? Is this right?” No. Sorry South America.

Antarctica? Just look at the picture. I don't want to repeat myself.

And Australia clearly isn't trying. It's like a blob land mass fell off the creator's pallet and he didn't bother to clean it up.

Then there's you. The shape of a demon skull. The great, horned beast. Feral and feared. Get back on that horse, Africa. You're time has come again.

- Observer003 - Earthlings

Economic Myth Exposed Via Testi-Pedal Impact

I know an Earthling woman who quit her job to work in the sex industry.

“The Sex Industry”, like most things on Earth, is not what it sounds like. Factories do not dot the landscape where “sex” is manufactured. Although there are factories where sex toys, of which they have many, are manufactured. They have powered sex toys; you have to plug them in.

And the majority of these devises are for female Earthlings. And, considering the level of technology available, I'm amazed they even put up with the males anymore. You wouldn't believe this stuff. And you would think this would be a big tip off. If your partner is so dissatisfied that she has to tax the electrical grid, you've got a problem.

But no. Earthling males have a hyper-inflated opinion of the size of their sex organ, and of its innate ability to please.

Thus, the sex toys.

And sex toys are usually built in a country other than the one where they are sold.

I've often wondered what warped, or, more probably, highly accurate, view these people have of the people in the other country.

I've also wondered what people who work in these places tell other people they do.

“I work down at the factory.”

“Oh? I've always wondered what they make there.”

“Yeah.”

“So?”

“Hmm?”

“What do they make there?”

“Oh, um, rubber ... and latex based electronics.”

“Oh, like cooking utensils?”

“Sure. Okay. I can imagine, in a pinch, using them to push something around a frying pan, yes. Or to froth something up, definitely.”

Anyway, that woman I know. She specializes in dominant/submissive relationships. She ties her customers up because they feel inferior and reminds them that they feel inferior, which makes them feel good.

She gets paid to do this.

There's one guy who paid her to tie him up and kick him in the nuts over the course of an afternoon. When I heard this, I realized that there's really no excuse to not have a job. If there are people out there who are willing to pay you to kick them in the nuts for an afternoon, the dream of full employment is within the Earthlings' grasp.

Observer003 – Earthlings

Foundational Mythology of the Earthling Western Hemisphere – Part II

Last time I talked about the Israelites, they'd just escaped the Egyptian army when their god (Yahweh) blew his nose at the sea so they could get across. Then Yahweh stopped blowing his nose at the sea and the water came back and drowned the Egyptians when they tried to cross after them. Which the Egyptians really should have seen coming; It's the basis of every Road Runner cartoon I've ever seen. Yeah, they didn't have cartoons back then, but still. Come on.

Anyway, after this, the Israelites decided to regroup at this mountain called Sinai so Moses could tell them their next move. This is when Yahweh decided to explain the whole deal to them. It was essentially a protection racket. “You worship me, and only me, and obey these rules, and I'll never let anyone hurt you and give you this really sweet place to live.”

* * * * *

But on the way there, the Israelites got attacked by Amalek (I'm not sure if that's a person or a country). But so long as Moses kept his arms raised the Israelites won. But when he lowered them, they started to lose. Weirdest battle strategy I ever heard of. So the battle went back and forth because Moses's arms would get tired, because battles last a long time and he just couldn't keep his arms up that long. Then he realized he should just sit down and have two guys hold his arms up.

And Yahweh was so pumped from this that he was all like, "Woo-hoo! Oh yeah! I'm going to wipe Amalek from history! No one will even remember they even existed!! Write it down! Write it down that no one will ever remember Amalek even existed."

So the Israelites wrote it down in their book. A book, by the way, that's been translated into every known Earthling language.

* * * * *

After that, they made it to Mount Sinai. There, Yahweh called Moses up the mountain to lay down the law to him. And it was a lot of law. The whole first part was basically about how everybody should be cool with each other, no stealing, and if you break something you have to pay for it. But he sprinkled in some random stuff, I think as a test to see if anybody actually did the reading.

He'd be like, “So you read it all?”

And the Israelites would be like, “Oh, absolutely.”

“Seriously?”

“Totally.”

“Word for word?”

“Word for word.”

“Okay, great. So what's for dinner?”

“Oh, we're just going to have a little lamb boiled in it's mother's m-”

“AH HAH!”

Like that.

The next part of the rules were all about how to build the ultimate crash pad that Yahweh could stay in when he came to visit. He was very specific about size and materials. Very specific. Like he'd been thinking about it a long time. Like, the whole time the Israelites were suffering in Egypt, Yahweh was off thinking about his ultimate crash pad. It was just a tent, but he knew exactly how it should look. And they also had to build a special box to put all the rules he was giving them in. And what the priests should wear.

Then there was a whole part about how to cook out. And Yahweh must have gone vegan at this point, but reluctantly, because he wasn't going to eat the animals they sacrificed to him, but he did love the smell. He was like a guy who quits smoking but still likes to be around other people who smoke just for the smell. Maybe he was dating a vegan so he had to be one, too.

And Moses must have been, like, “Jeezus, This is a lot of stuff. I can't remember all of it.”

“Oh, no problem. I wrote it all down for you.”

And Yahweh handed him these two tablets.

“What? You got all that on two tablets? Everything?”

“Yeah. Well, front and back. And I took out all the spaces and vowels.”

But, in getting all this, Moses was up on the mountain forty days in a cloud of smoke. It says the whole top of the mountain was covered in smoke. I guess Yahweh wasn't a smokeless burning bush. And Yahweh didn't want any of the Israelites to go up on the mountain with Moses. (There was some kind of security fence around it that killed anyone who set foot on it.) Maybe because if someone got up there, they were bound to find out that Yahweh was a burning bush and wouldn't have understood.

He's just up there talking to a burning bush.”

“A what?”

“I'm not kidding. He's talking to a burning bush.”

“And the bush is talking back?”

“I guess so. I didn't get that close. One thing I did hear: No more shellfish.”

“What?”

“Dude, we're in a desert. It's not really an issue.”

“That's not the point. Like circumcision wasn't enough, now no more Lobsterfests?”

“Wait. Let's get back to that burning bush. This is what Moses has been talking to the whole time? Seriously, who here actually knew Moses before any of this?”

“Wasn't he wanted for murder? I heard he killed a guy. That's why he left.”

“I heard he was 40 years herding sheep. That's gotta mess with your mind.”

“That's what the smoke was at the front of the line? All this time we were like, 'Okay, cool. Somebody brought the hibachi.' Because we left in such a hurry, we forgot ours. But now we know why the burgers never made it back to us.”

And it spiraled from there.

“A flaming shrub? Has anybody besides Moses heard it talk? Maybe – and I'm just spit balling here – but maybe we should take half a mo and talk about this. Because I never heard Abraham, Isaac or Jacob mention a burning shrub. And I think it would have come up. A golden calf. That was always good enough before. Aaron? You're good with a hammer. How about hammering us up a nice golden calf. Who's with me? Because, after all this, I could use a party. Anyone else? Show of hands? Yeah, I thought so.”

So they collected all of their gold earrings and Aaron made them into a nice golden calf for them to party with. They ate, drank and danced with it. Because you could do that with gods back then. But not with Yahweh. He heard about it and got pissed. He was going to wipe them all out right there and Moses had to talk him down.

Then Moses went down the mountain to check it out for himself and when he saw it, he was so blown away that he dropped the tablets Yahweh had just given him. Shattered them. The only ones not partying was this tribe called the Levites. So he tells them to grab their swords and go at it. Which they did. They cut a pretty bloody swath through the Golden Calfers. Which was less than what Yahweh wanted to do, but not by much. But I think Moses was mostly mad that he dropped the tablets, because he had to go back up the mountain and get another set, which was another forty days.

And pious as he was, forty days was forty days. He had a wife he hadn't seen.

* * * * *

I was really thinking I was going to be able to explain these people in two reports. I see now how wrong I was. I may never finish, but I will continue.

Because, the amazing thing is, so many Earthlings trace their roots to them, even though neither they, nor their ancestors, spent any time amongst them. There are Earthlings who hate* the descendents of these people, but still trace their roots back to these people.

So, yeah, I'll have to get back to this story.

- Observer003 - Earthlings

*And I do mean hate. Hate as in they want to wipe-them-off-the-face-of-the-Earth hate.

You Actually Don't Want To Be Taken To Their Leaders

Politics is when Earthlings try and figure out who has had the least sex with the fewest people, as long as they have had it with at least one, other than themselves or someone the same sex. The person who lies about this the best gets to be leader. This is very weird because when I was going through their educational system, this list of the most electable people would be the list you most didn't want to be on. You wanted to be on the list of the nearly least electable people. (The only less electable people are gays and virgins.) So they tend to elect losers. But not virgins. Or women, even though women in their educational system wanted to be on the most electable list.

Sometimes they get it wrong. This is called a scandal, which is when male politicians who unsuccessfully have private lives have to quit and write a book and go on talk shows. Female ones have to - I don't know. There are so few of them that I haven't seen one have have a scandal yet.

* * * * *

Talk shows are things where Earthlings talk about how they are so ashamed of something they did that they can't even talk about it. Except with people they don't know so the people they don't know feel good because at least their lives aren't as crappy as this person's. And in between, they sell you soap. Earthlings need refreshing a lot, based on their soaps. And invigorating. And the smell of soap really does this for them! I mean, I've tried smelling soap and it really does nothing for me. But something about Earthling physiology is really zoomed up by smelly soap.

* * * * *

Politicians can wipe away a scandal by being “born again”. Which is strange, because wiping away a scandal by coming out of a woman again would seem the least likely way to erase all the trouble they got into by going into women to begin with. I guess the idea is that if you convince a woman to let a full grown you climb all the way up inside her and then back out again you must be pretty contrite. They never mention who the woman is that let them do this. I guess because no woman would want the whole world to know how blown out her vagina must be now.

Feces Projection in Earthling Near Relatives

Earthling toilets. As soon as the light go out, they all shift a little bit back and to the right. I think Earthling women have the right idea: sit on them. That way, if they try to inch away, they have to take you with them. I guess I can't blame the toilets though, considering what their life is about.

And that reminds me. There are animals here called monkeys that are closely related to Earthlings. And they all throw poop. Their own poop. They throw it at each other or other animals. But Earthlings don't. That means there has to have been an Earthling somewhere who went, “Hey! Throwing poop sucks and not just for the recipient. Look at me. I've got poop all over my hand now. And this is the hand I eat with. How did I not notice this before? No wonder I've been sick. I've been eating my own poop. Jeezus, I'm stopping this right now.”

Then:

“Guys! Guys! I just - stop it! I just – Ahg! Wait! I just figured some– Auk! That wen in my mouf! Oh, gawd! Okay, truce! Truce! I just figured this out. Look at your hands now. See? And you're going to eat with those hands?”

And this is the Earthling they're all descended from. I'm glad of it. If I saw them all throwing poop around when I got here? Right back. No way I'm sitting around and watching this all day.

But anyway, that's how Earthlings came to dominate their world. Because, it's not like you're going to take down an elk with a poop, I don't care how big it is. I mean, you could let it sit out for days, but it's never going to get hard enough to do any damage. You're going to need a spear or a good rock. If you want steak, anyway. Plus, the fruit's just going to taste so much better. It'd be like they'd never tasted fruit before.

It probably caused a revolution they spread to other tribes. The first religion. And its first commandment: “First, throw no poop”.

It was a start.

But it always seems to go downhill from there for them. Earthlings religions start off really nice. “Be good to each other, even strangers”, “Hey, look at this tree”, “Stop beating up on women”, “We really have to stop all this killing”, “Share!”.

Then somebody fanatical gets in charge and they start making bad rules. No homos. Women have to shut up. Your way of loving each other is wrong. Convert or die. I've always thought that the worst thing about Earthlings is that they keep trying to make their world a better place to live in.

A Reflection on Self and Other – The Races of Earthlings with addendum to previous report on Earthling Friendships

 

Earthlings divide themselves into different groups based on skin color: black, white, red, yellow, brown, Jewish and olive. (But really they're just different shades of brown.) Yellow is the most and olive the least. Or red. All in all, though, it's a pretty blah rainbow. They could really use some purples and blues.*

What color they are depends on where there ancestors are from. But you can only go back so far for that to be helpful. If you go back too far, everybody is black. It's just that some of them stopped being black when they moved away. The norther they went, the lighter they got.

Now there are some Earthlings who think their own color is the weakest of anybody's. They think that if somebody has even a little of another color in them, they are all that other color. Even if they aren't that color. It's like they see things with weird eyes. They call them racists. (The Earthlings, not the eyes.) They think if somebody gets even a couple genes from another race in them, it will overpower all of their other genes combined and they will become that race. They don't even want to be around other races in case a gene jumps off into them. Like genes have zip lines.

Black is the most potent gene here, as far as intermingling goes. If any Earthling has even one black gene, that means they are all black. It could be by envy, though, because 90% of the cool Earthlings are black. The other genes might pretend to be black so they can be cool, too. This happens in their music all the time.

The only race they have that isn't a color is Jewish. I've met a lot of Jewish Earthlings and they don't seem to come in any color. Maybe that's why the other Earthlings are so suspicious of them. They could be anywhere, in anyone's genes and it wouldn't show. The Jews also have this story about their Lost Tribes. They disappeared a long time ago and no one knows what happened to them. I think the racists think they went undercover to infiltrate the other races. Like at any moment they could jump out of somebody and go,. “ Hah hah! You thought I was white, but I'm really Jewish! Boogie Boogie Boogie!”

This all happens because all the humanoids I've ever met think they are smarter than they are. I mean, it's impossible to really understand any situation because it is so completely complex. But people think they're really smart and can figure it all out. They can't, so they cheat. To get it all in, they just simplify everything.

So they go, “These people over here? I heard somebody that color robbed a bank once, so they all must be bank robbers. There. Done and neat. And one guy of that color had sex with a woman of my color. So every guy of that color wants to have sex with women of my color. And that covers that. There's two things I don't have to think about any more. What's next? Molecules? Easy. Bunch of little solar systems. Economics? Supply and demand.”

- Observer003, Earthlings

*Actually, they can make themselves blue and purple, but they have to have a bad expression on their face to do it. And are dead. But, given how poorly they sometimes get along with the races they have, probably fewer is better.

Addendum

Earthlings can really blindside with you conversation. That's what always catches me up. It's never when I have time for it. Like, when I wandering around bored, nothing. But if I'm out going to a specific place to do a specific thing, that's when they leap out. A conversation is like a clear, solid wall that you splat into. Bam!

An Earthling: “Oh, hi! How are you?”

Me: “Gaa! Oh. Great! How are you?”

Thing is, in my mind, I'm still trying to get to that place I was going to do that thing, but I'm also trying to be nice and not blow this person off, because I know that's rude, and I like this person, usually, but I've been putting this thing off and I really need to get it done because, maybe, the place is about to close, and this person keeps going on and on about this thing that just happened to them and now they've moved on to this other tangentially related thing and I'm trying to hold up my end of the conversation but I always seem to be ready for it to be over long before they are plus I'm seeing this thing I was headed toward drifting further away in my mind so I start trying to contribute to the conversation without adding anything that might prolong it in any way but still trying to not come off as rude.

I've noticed that Earthling conversations come to a definite end and both sides just know it subconsciously when it arrives. Conversations with me tend to just peter out.

But, it took me a long time to figure out that it's in these conversations that friendships happen, in a weird sub-surface way. I don't know the mechanics of it. But you have to be able to have them at the drop of a hat to have friends. They're like ninjas, though. Always when you least expect them. If I go somewhere prepared for a conversation, key topics, pithy observations, they never happen. They only happen when you're trying to do something else. And you have to hold up your end by having done things, like having bought a house, or had children, or left your apartment at some point on the weekend. Because conversations aren't theoretical. You have to have real world experience. And that's not my strong point.