Happy Monday.
While we reflect on the good will and love of community this day promotes, I suppose it is only fitting the president is, in contrast, preparing pardons for several of the rioters, among others who probably don’t deserve to be pardoned.
Good lord, can I just go visit another planet or something? I want an Earth break.
In the spirit of that rhetoric, it would be nice if we got more leaked classified information about UFOs and aliens. Those three fuzzy aerial pictures last year were nice, but please, dear Pentagon, we need more. Our country is hungry for this discovery. Just let us have it. We can handle it now. How scary can it actually be? We’re constantly watching movies and shows that live in high-def alternate realities, dimensions, and worlds. We gorge upon the unreal on a daily basis in preparation.
Trust me— in 2021, we’re ready.
I know it would be a profound weight off my chest, after spending thirty-two years in wonderment about what’s happening within the outer-spatial blindspots our current technological capabilities remain incompetent in revealing. Meanwhile, the aliens are laughing at our obliviousness. Chances are, most of their cultures are so advanced that they don’t need us to tell them we’re experiencing a pandemic and celebrating the end of an asshat’s presidency. Considering they’ve been bouncing around here for as long as we have, they’re probably rather abreast of earth’s events in general.
So can we just know? I don’t necessarily need to meet any of them. Just a dossier with a lot of color pics would suffice.
Til tomorrow.
