European History from the Late Middle Ages to Modernity

There is this group of Earthlings who went crazy for a long time and took over most of the planet. Then after one last blazing fling about 70 years ago, they mellowed out. They don’t take over anything anymore.

It all started when the Europeans realized that a group of people who believed something surprisingly not all that different from what they believed controlled a city that the Europeans believed was important to what they believed.. That really pissed them off. So they raised a huge army and attacked those other people, called Muslims, and took the city, Jerusalem. Then the Muslims took it back. Then the Europeans took it again. And the Muslims took it back. This went on for a while with the Europeans getting decreasingly successful at it.

They gave up.

Then they found out about all the land there was in the rest of the world and the people in it who didn’t believe anything like what they believed. And they might have gold.  So the Europeans switched focus to saving all these other people from their beliefs and their gold.

And this made the lives of these other people a living hell because they were usually pretty happy living their lives without ships, swords, Jesus and horses. And they definitely could have done without the slavery.

But it all fell apart when the Europeans realized even they didn't all believe the same thing. Because getting beliefs exactly right is very important to Earthlings. If you are even slightly off they get very violent. This is what brought the Europeans down. They spent a lot of time killing each other over it. (If I told you how many wars have been fought in the name of the King of Peace, you'd call me a liar.)

In the end, it seemed like they were fighting just to fight. So finally they said, “This is crazy. We are done with this.” They really seem to have learned their lesson and are really trying to get along.

But one of their descendants, the Americans, picked up the crazy ball and are really running with it. And going by the fact that the Europeans ran with it for hundreds of years and went out with a really big bang, I don't think the Americans are going to stop any time soon. They’ve got a full head of steam.

The moral here is if an Earthling shows up on your shore saying, “I come in the name of [X] to bring you [Y],” run. As deep into your jungles as you can. And whatever you do, don't tell them you're not interested. They will brand you a heretic, or a communist, or whatever the current wrong thing to be is. (Socialist is big now.) This will make you fair game for torture, forfeiture of natural resources and enslavement. Come to think of it, it doesn't matter how you respond. You're still fit for torture, forfeiture of natural resources and enslavement.

As I said, run.

Observer003 – Earthlings

Fuzzy Barriers in Earthling Linguistic Structures

If you speak English, which, if you're going to be an Earthling, you really should do, then one of the most important words you need to know is “shit”. It is the most versatile and can get you through most situations.

Shit literally means feces or to excrete feces. But it's rarely used for that.

As a noun, it can be a compliment. Or an insult, depending on which article you use. If someone calls you the shit, that's a compliment. A shit is an insult. Unless you modify it by temperature. A cold shit is still bad. But a cool shit is good. As is a hot shit. I'm not sure about in-between temperatures, though; I've never heard someone called a room temperature shit. Neither a toasty shit.

Shit can also mean “stuff”. I found this out when a friend asked me to help him move into a new apartment.

“I need some help moving my shit.”

Long beat.

“Your what?”

“My shit. C'mon, man. Many hands make light work.”

“Why- What- … How much?”

“Hey, I helped you move your shit when you got that new place.”

“My...”

Long beat.

“Ohhhh. Right. Sure. What time?”

As a verb, shit mostly means to lie to.

“Are you shitting me?”

“No. And I think it would be pretty obvious to us both if I were.”

“Why? You don't think you have what it takes to look me in the eye and shit me?”

“Clearly that would be impossible. Especially at first.”

“You better not be shitting me.”

“You would be the first to know. Or, at least the second.”

Another use of shit is in a phrase indicating anger.

“How mad was she?”

“She shit a brick!”

Which doesn't hold up to scrutiny. While I have never shat a brick, of all the emotions I might feel during the process, I don't think anger would be one of them. Fear springs to mind. Also confusion.

“How confused was she?”

“She looked as though she were shitting a brick!”

That might make more sense.

And afterward might come relief.

In fact, shit is used in so many phrases that you're better off just learing what the correct responses to them are, rather than what they mean.

Like:

“I'm not going to take any shit from you.”

INCORRECT: “You didn't have to tell me that; it is a base assumption.”

CORRECT: [situation dependent]

“Are you shitting me?”

INCORRECT: “While I imagine there might be some confusion at first, I think that once your eyes cleared my anus, it would be pretty obvious if I was shitting you. I think a good rule of thumb would be that once your mouth if free enough to ask that question, you shouldn't need to ask it.”

CORRECT: “I shit you not.”

“What's this shit?”

INCORRECT: “Do you really need a modifier for that noun? Shit is shit.”

CORRECT: [situation dependent]

“Bull shit.”

INCORRECT: “Where?”

CORRECT: “No, seriously.”

“Holy shit!”

INCORRECT: “Oh, come on. Is there anything you people won't worship?”

ALSO INCORRECT: “This I have got to see.”

CORRECT: “What?”

“Fuck that shit.”

INCORRECT: “I most certainly will not!”

CORRECT: “I hear you.”

Mostly though, shit is just an interjection indicating that an outcome was contrary to one's desire or expectation.

“Shit! I got pregnant.”

“Shit! I robbed a bank.”

“Shit! I betrayed the messiah.”

- 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.

The Structure of Interpersonal Relationships as Basis for Society

On Earth you can't just walk up to anyone and go, “Hi! You wanna play?” That's actually the worst way to find someone to play with. Earthlings are weird about doing something just because they flat out enjoy it. Laughter must be balanced with at least ten times as much not-laughter, which must be why if word gets out that you want to laugh and play right off the bat they think something is wrong with you. They won't play with strangers; you have to be friends first.

And Earthling friendships require an unbelievable amount of time and memory. I've never been able to maintain much more than one friendship for any length of time.

Here's just some of the things you need to know when you have an Earthling friend

Name - First and Last

There are suffixes you can add to a friend's name to indicate you think of them as a friend: -ster, -arino, -man, -san. You can also rhyme their name with another noun to give them a “nickname”. “Stan the Man” (common), “Larry the Cherry” (unattested). Generally, the more you abbreviate a friend's name, the closer you are, ie. Robert – Rob – Roh – R. If you can get a friend's name down to a glottal stop, you've peeked.

Means of Income

Enjoy? (Hint: Most don't)

Approximate Age (Hint: Always guess low and be surprised to find out it's higher)

Married? Dating? Divorced? Cause of Divorce/Death?

Name of partner and its means of income, if any

How well they get along with partner (Usually, they just had a fight)

If separated from partner, reason for separation. (Hint: It's always the partner's fault.)

Sexual Preferences

The greater the friendship, the greater the detail

(Note: never GUESS that they are gay. And never ask. You HAVE to deduce this from context.)

Names of Parents & Siblings

Are they living or dead?

Get along with? (See: Offspring. It's the same, only in reverse.)

Name(s) of offspring & approximate age(s)

How are they doing is school?

Are they sexually active yet? (find out their ages before asking this.)

How do they get along with each other/parents? (Hint: This will deteriorate as they get older then reverse itself.)

Names of other friends

Favorite music (Usually whatever they listened to in high school)

Pet peeves

Who do they like?

Who do they hate, even if for no reason? (You have to hate them, too.)

And there's a lot more. A real lot. All of this must be kept in easy reach at all times. No you can't write it down. If you do write it down, you can't refer to your notes during encounters.

The amazing thing is how adept Earthlings are at juggling this information. I've seen them hang out with as many as ten friends at once, and keep it all straight.

Another thing about friendships is you have to be proactive. All the time you have to be calling, returning the calls of, writing, thinking about, considering the feelings of, and whatever-ing your friends. It's a major pain. And if you're out somewhere and you run into a friend, only it's been a while, and you never returned those calls, forget it. It's worse than starting from zero. Especially if you can't come up with an on-the-spot-good excuse why you didn't call back. (Note: “Didn't feel like it” and “Had nothing really to say to you” are not on-the-spot-good excuses. The truth is usually a bad idea here.*)

All the rules are another thing.

Here's just one of the rules you have to try to remember: Say they invite you over to share a meal. And you know you should bring something just to be nice. So you ask them what you should bring. They tell you not to bring anything. You insist you should bring something. They say, no, no, they have too much food as it is. Bring nothing. So you bring nothing. Therefore, they will never ask you over again.

Another one is which of the Earthlings of the other sex you can talk to. You need a flowchart to keep that straight.

And without warning the rules can change. There was a time in my life here when I could sit on a couch and go poo. They even gave me special pants to wear for it. Now? Nope. Even your family might not forgive you for getting that one wrong. And I'm not even sure when the change took place. Just one day, they stopped putting the special pants on me. And I was supposed to know.

Eye contact

Oh, my god, eye contact. I swear I'll never get that one right. There is a fraction of a nanosecond's difference between too much, too little, and just right. And it varies by situation. What's right on a date is really wrong at the gym. I almost have had to have sex so many times because of it. So mostly I don't make eye contact. And I don't have a lot of Earthling friends. It's too complicated.

You have to care too, even when it's not fun. Like when they're sick or depressed.

“You're sick? Well, could you tell me about it from over there? Because I really don't appreciate you breathing on me right now. Yes, I care. But a real friend wouldn't breath on another friend when he's sick. It's just courtesy.”

OR: “You feel sad? Is it the same cause as yesterday? Because, if it is, I think you exhausted all the info I needed then. You're mom died, right? Yes, we talked about it. You're sad. I told you I was sad for you. After that, there really isn't a lot to talk about and I've got a lawn to mow. Let me know when you feel better and we can play again.” (These are what not to say. Honesty – again – not the best course of action.)

To help, there are boilerplate phrases you can memorize for initiating conversation:

“Great minds think alike.” (Upon encountering a friend in the bathroom.)

“Hey, look what the cat dragged in.” (Upon a friend entering you presence.)

“Ut. There he is.” (See above.)

“S'up?”

“Working hard or hardly working?” (At work.)

“Can't complain. They won't do anything anyway.” (In reference to work)

“Did you watch the [team name] last night?” (I'll have to get into sports in another report.)

Subjects It Really Helps To Know Something About - Men

Cars

Basic Carpentry/Masonry/Wiring

All Major Sports (Watching)

Becalming Women

Jokes

Yard Work

Small Engine Repair

How large that woman's breasts are

Farts

Subjects It Really Helps To Know Something About – Women

Clothes

Being The Responsible One

Something You Read

Feelings

Childcare Philosophies

What Another Friend Did In A Similar Situation

Meal Prep

Stain Removal

Subjects It Doesn't Help At All To Know Something About,
& I'm Coming To Think Are Detrimental

Linguistics

Byzantine Empire (even knowing it existed, let alone that it was the eastern Roman Empire)

Anthropology

Evolution

Any History Other Than War Own Nation Was Involved In

The Historical Jesus

Particle Physics

Astronomy

Any Science, Really

Neurology, Say

And I could go on all night.

Observer003 - Earthlings

*”Here” being this situation. Come to think of it, though, this also applies to Earth in general.

Basic Earthling Economics: Simplicity Made Complex

Economics is their study of how to make more and more money. Economists are Earthlings who use a lot of charts and big words to make it seem complicated, so they can have jobs.

Earthlings have a lot of different jobs that they don't need, I guess because there's so many of Earthlings. For instance, some of them have a job where they have sex in front of other people as entertainment. Others go around digging up really old things to try and figure out who used to own them and what they were like. Earthlings don't really like people who don't have jobs. It's like, “C'mon. Look at this guy. He sits in a room and lets strangers tell him how crappy their life is. So don't tell me you can't come up with something.” They find their unemployed a little suspect.

Which makes me wonder when they evolved into all these jobs. Because when they started out, it was hunt/gather. Not a lot of nuance. I mean, maybe they would wake up in the morning and the day just felt a little “wooly mammoth”. Or perhaps “gazelle” was just calling to them. “Nuts, nuts, nuts. I'm tired of nuts. Let's make today a fruit day.” “Shaman” was the first step on the long road that's led to blogger.

Anyway, economics.

Of all the things that Earthlings do, economics is the simplest to explain. It's this: all Earthlings strive toward getting more stuff with less effort. That's it.

Some of them have gotten to where they don't have to work at all. And, as best as I can tell, they did it by having the right ancestor at the right time. They all have some ancestor who did something ridiculously unscrupulous at a time when it was still legal to do it. Or maybe not even legal. They just got away with it for long enough and were smart enough to stop in time. Or make friends with the right people so they could keep doing it forever. There is no getting rich on Earth by being nice. They say they want everyone to be nice, but they build systems that reward people who aren't.

Right now, though, most of them have to work for their money. So, employers want to get the most out of their employees while giving them the least. And employees want to get the most out of their employers while giving them the least. This is why employers think that their workers are lazy and employees thing their employers are heartless.

But they are all always working toward their ideal economy, which would be where everyone just hands around a big stack of money to each other. Which they would the invent a machine to do for them. Which they could so easily do. It's right there in front of them. They have banks. All they have to do is make a really big one and put a billion – whatever money units – in it. Everybody gets an account and it's all electronic. They put the billion dollars in one person's account. And then it would immediately transfers to the next person's account. And then the next. And then the next. All the way around the world.

And since it's electronic, it all happens at the speed of light. So, at any given moment, everybody has a billion dollars. Anytime they want something they just go out and buy it. The person they buy it from gets the money in their account and it all starts shooting around the world again.

This is also how they can make evolution select for nice people, too, instead of jerks, like it does now. Jerk Earthlings have a huge advantage, the way economy works now, because

a) if the jerk is their boss, they have to put up with it, because they need the job

b) if it's a customer, they have to put up with it, because they need the money

c) even if it's a co-worker, they have to put up with it because they still need the job

d) sometimes Earthlings will just give the jerk whatever they want, just to get rid of them

So the jerks always get their way and rise to the top and the nice people are stuck at the bottom.

In the new system, the jerk Earthlings have no leverage. If Earthlings want somebody to fix their house, they have to find somebody who does that just because they like doing it. They can't jerk them into doing it. They have to nice them into doing it.

So I predict all the jerk genes would die out within one generation.

• Observer003 – Earthlings

Exodus as Big Red Flag

I've mentioned the Jews a couple of times now, so I guess I should tell you their story. The Jews lived a long time ago. They still live now, but back then they were the Israelites. Or the Hebrews. They had a funny god named Yahweh who liked them so much, he said he was going to treat them special. And if there's one thing you don't want as an Earthling, it's to be treated special by Yahweh. He had some issues. They have whole books of it.

He liked them because of this one guy, Abraham, and told him he was going to make a whole country out of how many kids he was going to have. Then he forgot about it and wandered off. And Abraham's kids moved to Egypt. They were there for a while, but the king of the Egyptians, Pharaoh, started to get nervous because the Hebrews were breeding like rabbits. So he made them work harder, thinking they'd have less time for sex. But they kept at it. So he made them work even harder. But I guess the Hebrews really liked sex. So Pharaoh said, “Well, I guess I'm going to have to kill some of them, then. Just the kids, though.”

Luckily there was one Hebrew woman who had no concept of probabilities. She put her kid in a basket and sent him floating down the river.

* * * * *

The things that could go wrong with you floating your baby down a river:

1. Basket leaks, baby drowns - likely
2. Alligators - likely
3. Death from exposure - likely
4. Just keeps floating out into the ocean and is never heard from again - likely
5. Somebody just as bad off as you will find it and raise it – really, the best that could be hoped for.
6. A rich Egyptian woman will find it and raise it – not likely at all

* * * * *

So a rich Egyptian woman did find the baby and raised him as her own. She called him Moses. And he grew up to be a big guy in Egypt until he killed another Egyptian for beating on a Hebrew. So Moses beat feet out of Egypt and hid out as a sheep raiser.

It was round about then that Yahweh remembered the Hebrews and how he was supposed to give them a big piece of land to live in. He looked around and saw they were all down in Egypt and Pharaoh was being hard on them. Yahweh took this personally because he thought it meant that Pharaoh didn't think he was much of a god and could treat his people any way he wanted.

So Yahweh looked around some more and saw Moses tending his flocks and dropped down to visit him as a burning bush.

* * * * *

Right here, this should have been a big tip off for Moses. Of all possible incarnations, Yahweh chooses this one? I can imagine him sitting in his – office? on the pot? garden? I really don't know where Yahweh did his thinking. But he's going over his list of how to appear to Moses.

1. Jackal-headed man
2. Pure, non-blinding light
3. Blemish-free white bull
4. Storm cloud (good, but might want to save that one)
5. Old, but muscular, man
6. Fawn
7. Frog (May cause confusion later)
8. Fire (hmmmm...)
9. Shrub? (Hey!)
10. Burning Shrub!!!

And Moses doesn't even question this. I think if I was out tending my flocks and a burning bush started talking to me, I'd think I'd been out tending my flocks too long. But Moses buys right in. Of course this is Yahweh, the god of my people. How else would you explain it?

* * * * *

So Yahweh goes, “Moses. Over here.”

“No, not behind the burning bush. I am the burning bush. I appear to you as a burning bush – for reasons that are my own. For who is more inscrutable that the Lord?”

“Surely no one.”

“You got that right. Anyway, I'm glad you're here. I need your help with a problem. My people are suffering down in Egypt.”

“Yeah, I know. I was just there.”

“And you're going back.”

“Eesh. Love to, but I can't. Things are a little hot for me down there right now. You see, I -”

“Yes, I know what you did. Don't worry about it. I'll protect you. I need you to go to Pharaoh and tell him to let my people go.”

“You can't do that?”

“No. It won't work if I do it.”

“How come?”

“Because I'm not going to let him let my people go.”

“Oh, okay.” Moses said. “Really? What? You're not going to let him let your people go?”

“No. Because I want to show him what a tough guy I am. I'm going to send him all these plagues and frogs so everybody learns not to mess with me.”

“Really? What about your people?”

“I'll get to them. Don't worry about them. I've go this really sweet piece of real estate picked out for them. Place literally flows with milk and honey. You're going to love it.”

“Wow. And no one else has found it yet?”

“Actually – well, we'll get to that later. First you've got to go tell Pharaoh to let my people go. I need you to get up in his face and go, 'Let my people go! Let my people go!' ”

“But you're not going to let him let your people go.”

“At first? No. But eventually. It's all in the plan.”

“Okay, but why do I have to keep going to him when you're not-”

“Jesus Christ, will you just do it? I don't have to explain everything to you. You know enough. You've just got to trust that I've got it all worked out.”

So Moses went up to Pharaoh. The first time, Moses turned his stick into a snake to put a little fear into him. And Pharaoh is like, “Whoop-di-doo. Even my guys can do that.” I don't think Yahweh even had to harden his heart on that one.

The next time, Moses turned all the water in Egypt into blood. Like something from a horror movie. But Yahweh hardened Pharaoh's heart and he said, “No, you can't go.”

The time after that, Yahweh hit them with a plague of frogs. Frogs everywhere.

“I woke up and there” - this is Pharaoh talking now - “There was one staring me right in the eye. I freaked. I was, like, 'Blah! Blah! Get out of here!' Then I jumped out of bed and almost skidded out the window. Those things are slick. You ever step on one? Gross. And they were all over. You can't walk anywhere because you have to watch every step. I was in a meeting and one jumped up and hit a eunuch right in the face. That was funny, though. It was like a big wet slap in the face. Psshh.”

And Moses goes, “So let my people go.”

And Pharaoh starts to waver, because it's, like, frogs.

* * * * *

How do you even come up with that? In a hundred years of coming up with bad things to do to people, I would never come up with frogs. Or, if I did, I would just giggle and move on. Frogs. Jeezus.

* * * * *

But, anyway, just as he was about to give in, Yahweh hardened his heart.

“You know what? This is bad. So why don't you – no.”

“No?”

“No, you can't go.”

“But you were about to say something else.”

“Yeah, I was gonna – No.”

Moses looks up at the sky, then back at Pharaoh.

“You're sure?”

“Ah, to hell with – No.”

The time after that, I think it was locusts. They are bugs that eat everything.

And by the third time, Moses was just like, “Let my people go.”

“No.”

“Okay.”

And he started to go, but Pharaoh goes, “You know, it really doesn't seem like your heart is in this anymore.”

“Huh? Oh, no, no. I meant it. It's just that – well, I guess our god has got some issues to work out. And I need to apologize for that.”

“Oh, gods. Pshaw. Don't get me started. We've got gods with bird heads. I mean, you've heard of bird-brained? These guys have whole bird heads.”

Moses nods. “Yeah. Yeah. You know, when this whole thing is over, we should sit down and have a beer. Our god – Well, if I had known going in, I might have, well – Never the easy way with this one, I'll say that.”

“Yeah, and you know – and definitely about that beer by the way – but I'm really sorry about this whole not letting you go thing. 'Cause it's weird. Every day I wake up and say, 'I really should let these people go. I mean, I really have no reason to keep them.' But then it's like somebody flips a switch and I get all jerk about it.”

Moses just nodded and left.

“I'll call you about that beer. That's one thing I'll miss about this place. You guys brew some kick ass beer.”
 

Next came hail. Which had to be a hard threat to sell for Moses. What did Pharaoh know from frozen water? He lived in a desert. Regular water falling from the sky was rare enough, but frozen water falling from the sky? So Moses had to explain hard bits of water falling from the sky, which he had never seen himself.

“Hard water? I don't get it. Water isn't hard. Look, I can put my had right through it.”

“Right, but this is going to be water you can't put your hand through.”

“Why not?”

“Because it's hard.”

“What do you mean, 'it's hard'? Water is water. It doesn't get hard.”

“But – Look. From what I understand it's going to be almost like rock falling from the sky.”

“So rocks are going to fall from the sky.”

“No. Hard water.”

“Okay, look. Whatever. We've had water fall from the sky before. It doesn't happen often, but, to tell the truth, I kinda liked it. It's breaks up the monotony of sun, sun, sun all the time. So Yahweh can make hard water fall from the sky for forty days and forty nights for all I care. Bring it on.”

* * * * *

Really, if you're going to make a threat, you have to make sure the guy understands the threat, or else it doesn't work.

* * * * *

So this is when things really started to get dark. Yahweh told Moses to smear lamb's blood over all the Hebrews' door jambs because he's going to kill all the first born in Egypt, Earthlings and cows. (Yahweh had a thing for firstborns.) The lamb's blood would tell him which houses to skip. (I know. This from Mr. Omniscient.)

So Moses did this and Yahweh did his thing, after which he finally let Pharaoh let the Hebrews go. Oh, but with one little kicker. Yahweh told Moses to tell the Hebrews to go to their neighbors to ask to “borrow” all their gold and silver. This is going to work because Yahweh is going to soften their hearts. Like using that skill wouldn't have helped right at the beginning of all this. And the stereotype of the Hebrews being covetous of gold is one they will surely live down in time. Nice thinking ahead, brainiac.

Anyway, they packed up their stuff and headed off into the desert. And Yahweh led the way as a pillar of smoke by day and a pillar of fire at night. Till they go to the sea of reeds. There, Moses turned around to see how they all were doing. And he saw a cloud of dust in the distance, but headed their way. He looked back at Yahweh. He looked at the dust. He looked at Yahweh. He made a gesture that seemed to say, “And just when were you going to tell me about this little part of your plan?”

Yahweh shrugged sheepishly. “Don't worry. This is going to be epic. Legendary.”

* * * * *

I'm guessing at this point Moses wished he'd gotten some credentials from the burning bush.

* * * * *

“It's Pharaoh, isn't it?

“Yup.”

“Brought the whole army, didn't he?”

“Yup.”

“We're trapped against the sea here, you know.”

“You think you're trapped against the sea here.”

“You hardened his heart again, didn't you? I don't believe it.” Moses shook his head. “Whatever. Forget it. You're going to do it anyway. Let's hear your idea.”

“No, let's see it.”

Yahweh took a huge breath, held it, then let it out, slowly but firmly, from his nostrils. He pointed at the sea, which rippled, then parted, revealing a stretch of dry land reaching all the way across. Moses was pretty amazed.

“How long can you keep this up for?”

Yahweh indicated that they should probably hurry.

So they did. All the Hebrews charged into the gap. And a short while after, Pharaoh and all his chariots charged in after them, none of them seeming to notice the weird guy on the side blowing a jet stream of air from his nose. (I wonder if any of them got any god-snot on them?) It was a pretty cliffhanger situation, because the Hebrews just made it across when Yahweh's breath ran out. The water rushed back in and crashed into Pharaoh and his men.

* * * * *

There's a lot more to this story, but I'm going to end here for now. I'll pick it up again in another report. This one was hard because I had to read a lot and think about it.

Observer003 – Earthlings