by Sweejak » Mon Aug 15, 2005 1:17 pm
<!--EZCODE QUOTE START--><blockquote><strong><em>Quote:</em></strong><hr>WHAT I'D SAY TO THE MARTIANS<br>by Jack Handey<br>Issue of 2005-08-08 and 15<br>Posted 2005-08-01<br><br><br>People of Mars, you say we are brutes and savages. But let me tell you one<br>thing: if I could get loose from this cage you have me in, I would tear you<br>guys a new Martian asshole.You say we are violent and barbaric, but has any<br>one of you come up to my cage and extended his hand? Because, if he did, I<br>would jerk it off and eat it right in front of him. "Mmm, that's good<br>Martian," I would say.<br><br>You say your civilization is more advanced than ours. But who is really the<br>more "civilized" one? You, standing there watching this cage? Or me, with my<br>pants down, trying to urinate on you? You criticize our Earth religions,<br>saying they have no relevance to the way we actually live. But think about<br>this: if I could get my hands on that god of yours, I would grab his skinny<br>neck and choke him until his big green head exploded.<br><br>We are a warlike species, you claim, and you show me films of Earth battles<br>to prove it. But I have seen all the films about twenty times. Get some new<br>films, or, so help me, if I ever get out of here I will empty my laser<br>pistol into everyone I see, even pets.<br><br>Speaking of films, I could show you some films, films that portray a<br>different, gentler side of Earth. And while you're watching the films I'd<br>sort of slip away, because guess what: the projector is actually a thing<br>that shoots out spinning blades! And you fell for it! Well, maybe not now<br>you wouldn't.<br><br>You point to your long tradition of living peacefully with Earth. But you<br>know what I point to? Your stupid heads.<br><br>You say there is much your civilization could teach ours. But perhaps there<br>is something that I could teach you-namely, how to scream like a parrot when<br>I put your big Martian head in a vise.<br><br>You claim there are other intelligent beings in the galaxy besides<br>earthlings and Martians. Good, then we can attack them together. And after<br>we're through attacking them we'll attack you.<br><br>I came here in peace, seeking gold and slaves. But you have treated me like<br>an intruder. Maybe it is not me who is the intruder but you.<br><br>No, not me. You, stupid.<br><br>You keep my body imprisoned in this cage. But I am able to transport my mind<br>to a place far away, a happier place, where I use Martian heads for batting<br>practice.<br><br>I admit that sometimes I think we are not so different after all. When you<br>see one of your old ones trip and fall down, do you not point and laugh,<br>just as we on Earth do? And I think we can agree that nothing is more<br>admired by the people of Earth and Mars alike than a fine, high-quality<br>cigarette. For fun, we humans like to ski down mountains covered with snow;<br>you like to"milk" bacteria off of scum hills and pack them into your gill<br>slits. Are we so different? Of course we are, and you will be even more<br>different if I ever finish my homemade flamethrower.<br><br>You may kill me, either on purpose or by not making sure that all the<br>surfaces in my cage are safe to lick. But you can't kill an idea. And that<br>idea is: me chasing you with a big wooden mallet.<br><br>You say you will release me only if I sign a statement saying that I will<br>not attack you. And I have agreed, the only condition being that I can sign<br>with a long sharp pen. And still you keep me locked up.<br><br>True, you have allowed me reading material-not the "human reproduction"<br>magazines I requested but the works of your greatest philosopher, Zandor or<br>Zanax or whatever his name is. I would like to discuss his ideas with<br>him-just me, him, and one of his big, heavy books.<br><br>If you will not free me, at least deliver a message to Earth. Send my love<br>to my wife, and also to my girlfriend. And to my children, if I have any<br>anyplace. Ask my wife to please send me a bazooka, which is a flower we have<br>on Earth. If my so-called friend Don asks you where the money I owe him is,<br>please anally probe him. Do that anyway.<br><br>If you keep me imprisoned long enough, eventually I will die. Because one<br>thing you Martians do not understand is that we humans cannot live without<br>our freedom. So, if you see me lying lifeless in my cage, come on in,<br>because I'm dead. Really.<br><br>Maybe one day we will not be the enemies you make us out to be. Perhaps one<br>day a little Earth child will sit down to play with a little Martian child,<br>or larva, or whatever they are. But, after a while, guess what happens: the<br>little Martian tries to eat the Earth child. But guess what the Earth child<br>has? A gun. You weren't expecting that, were you? And now the Martian child<br>is running away, as fast as he can. Run, little Martian baby, run!<br><br>I would like to thank everyone for coming to my cage tonight to hear my<br>speech. Donations will be gratefully accepted. (No Mars money, please.)<hr></blockquote><!--EZCODE QUOTE END--> <p></p><i></i>