A VIEW FROM OUTER SPACE
Communication Number Two
Article by Klaatubak
Human beings in many parts of the world practice a political system called, Democracy. It is based on a system of political organization developed in Athens, Greece in the fifth century before the prophet, Jesus Christ was born.
What is left of early Athens. Various fixer uppers on and around a hill the Greek humans call, Acropolis. The big temple is called the Parthenon and was blown up in one of those silly conflagrations humans get involved with called, War when programmed order followers blow stuff up indiscriminately regardless of the historic value and holy nature of such glorious architectural achievements.
A Symbolic Portrait of the Great and Wonderful Sovereign of our Universe known to humans as, Jesus of Nazareth.
Why human beings would chose to rule themselves under such a political system is beyond me, and another reason I find human beings so funny. In ancient Athens, only a very small group of citizens were allowed a vote to determine who would rule over the city. The majority of people living there were left out because they were, aliens.
Image I managed to retrieve from my ship’s data bank of an alien having been dealt a fatal blow in Athens when I was there in human reckoning; 437 B.C. This photo was taken at 1:47 P.M. by human clock time in the Gregorian calendar month of July on the 13th day of that month. It was an unlucky day for the alien whose name was Fred.
That is not to say they meant us, when they spoke of aliens, but other human beings who were not freeborn in Athens and belonging to an elite family. What most humans believe democracy to be, is really a clever tyranny of the masses who elect creatures called, Parliamentarians
who manipulate events in order to secure their positions in a place they call, The House of Commons; an expensive building where they can huff and puff and pretend to be very important while making momentous decisions which affect millions of people, good or bad. The funny thing about this human system of governing is that no parliamentarian is really held accountable for his or her decisions, except when humans organize something called an, Election or a lynching, but that is rare now. Lynchings are considered to be politically incorrect.
Elections are always preceded by huff n’ puffery on a massive scale called, an election campaign. Parliamentarians and wannabe parliamentarians parade up and down in front of crowds of human beings who wave signs with their favourite parliamentarian’s name on them.
Sometimes a group of humans who support candidate A come to blows with humans who support another parliamentarian, candidate B over a difference of opinion regarding some trivial matter which has little consequence in the cosmic scheme of things.
Earth’s Inner Cosmos.
A Portrait of our home star system which humans call the outer cosmos.
During every election campaign parliamentarians promise all manner of outrageous things such as, they will personally balance the budget, they will personally reduce health care costs, they will reduce taxes, they will make sure there is a kibble in every dog’s dish, and so on.
When the campaign is over, the human beings who play the democracy game are duped into marking pieces of paper with Xs beside the name or names of the parliamentarians they want to see elected. It matters not at all if any of the humans marking the Xs have the slightest idea what the real issues are, or whether they are even capable of making a sound decision regarding their next round of leaders. Quite often humans vote according to tradition. It matters very little to them who the parliamentarian is, as long as s/he belongs to the right party. Individual worth has no value in cases such as that. Sometimes the worst sort of scoundrels become parliamentarians as a result.
We are not certain regarding this particular parliamentarian. We are quite convinced that he is a hive minded Muslim homosexual traitor to his country based on the revelations of many very intelligent human beings.
An American feeble brained parliamentarian with a Japanese unit named Abe.
This is a photo of a human potato.
Arch criminals who on our planet would have been sent to Zekar 12 to work in the klukar mines.
Once elected, parliamentarians do what ever they can to remain in their comfortable chairs for four years, in order to retire from public life and draw a comfortable pension the like of which most human beings can only dream of.
The way I see this human foible is to observe that Democracy is very good for parliamentarians but not so good for the humans they are supposedly elected to serve. The only humans I see well served by parliamentarians is the parliamentarians themselves.
A parliamentarian named Waters with a fat bank account and delusions of grandeur with an IQ of a gorilla or intelligent chimpanzee.
It really is a funny story, that Demon-ocracy. It is what destroyed planet 7X32 in the Lacuna System. Too bad we are not allowed to interfere with human affairs otherwise we would have forced National Socialism on those primitive creatures, but, alas; we are not allowed to interfere and must merely stand by and watch the fireworks. It is all very entertaining but I really want to come home.
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