Ah, Bank Holiday weekends. Gotta love the free day off work...gotta hate going back to work when you’re completely out of the work ‘zone.’ And as per usual, it fucking lashed it down all day pretty much. Cheers, weather. Here – have a free day off work, but don’t even think about doing anything with it, as it’ll be pissing down and blowing a gale. Has it ever been nice on a Bank Holiday in the entire recorded history of Bank Holidays? I wonder. I wonder if some secret govt dept chooses which days to make Bank Holidays solely on the inside information the Met Office supplies: if it’s pretty much guaranteed to be the shittiest day of the month – Bank Holiday time. Yeah, we’ll give the proletariat scum a day off from pushing the futile millstone of life...but they’ll be fucked if they can actually enjoy it.
Suppose I shouldn’t complain too much – there’s a fucker of
a hurricane whipping up across the pond. It won’t be long before we’re getting
them here though if the current trend of miserable weather continues. Can you
imagine how we’d cope?! Jesus. This country can barely cope with a bit of
snow...if we had to contend with hurricanes and the other bitch slaps that Mother
Nature hands out to the rest of the world, we’d be shafted. Christ...just think
about that. If an earthquake hit one of our major cities what would happen?
Sure – the Great Britain of, say, the 1940s would probably stand firm and unite
to rectify the damage...but today? Nah. Looting, rioting, uncontrollable malaise
and general chaos. It’d be hell on Earth.
Interestingly, I was reading
something online the other day about this thing called the Brookings Report.
The Brookings Report (also known by its proper title: Proposed Studies on the
Implications of Peaceful Space Activities for Human Affairs) was a paper commissioned
by NASA in the 1960s which, as the name suggests, looked at the implications of
peaceful space activities for human affairs. One tiny chapter of the report is
what makes it interesting though – the bit where the various egghead authors
speculate on the effect of the discovery of intelligent extra-terrestrial life
on the general population of the planet. Seriously – this thing exists. Google
it and look at the entry on Wikipedia. The fact that a body as important as
NASA thought to even contemplate such a study is very interesting and throws up
all kinds of questions...the main one being: how the fuck would the hoi polloi react
if intelligent life was discovered? Or if it discovered us?
In my experience,
most people scoff at the idea of aliens existing. They live in this confident
little bubble of ignorance, reinforced by years of movies and mass-media
demonisation of the notion of the existence of extra-terrestrial life. Anyone
who believes in aliens is a bit ‘loopy,’ and all aliens are ‘little green men’
who fly around in saucers. But look at the facts: NASA actually took this shit
seriously way back in the 60s, and numerous experts in the science world bemoan
the way in which humanity is so desperate to broadcast our whereabouts to the
stars, either through our radio signals or by putting gold discs on our satellites
that actually point the way to our mineral-rich little world.
morons who permeate our everyday lives and who blindly go through every day believing
that humanity is alone in the universe are the ones who this report predicts
will not be able to handle the discovery of a superior intelligence if (and
when) it comes. Forget the hypothetical earthquake hitting Birmingham or
London...can you imagine if a twatting mothership landed on Wimbledon common
and a super-intelligent army of 4-dimensional fire-breathing puddles came
sloshing out of the hatch? Full blown hysteria – that’s what. Sadly Apone,
Hudson, Hicks and rest of the absolutely badass crew of the USS Sulaco haven’t
been born yet so we’d probably have no choice but to be enslaved by these new inviscid
masters; but at least NASA could take the moral ‘we told you so’ high ground.
Which is nice for them. Bastards.