Search This Blog

Showing posts with label Aliens on Safari. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Aliens on Safari. Show all posts

Thursday, February 13, 2020

Why don't aliens contact us?

It's a trap


The other day I was contacted about a contract job that sounded interesting.  The person who sent the email, "Antonio" told me he found my resume on a job board and wanted to hire me to do some work for his company.  It would be a part-time role which would allow me to still spend time running my business and doing the myriad other things I do throughout the day like dropping off large string instruments at the school and being a Soccer Mom.  I wrote back, "That sounds like the type of situation I have been looking for. Please provide additional details."


Me, looking like someone interested in a job and a good barber


The person wrote back with a job description attached.  I checked out his email address and it led me to a legit website.  So far, so good.  But there was something off about this job description.  Where were the requirements?  And then things started moving too fast.  I am in the employment business.  I know how the hiring process works because I have been involved in it with dozens, if not hundreds, of companies.  This felt like someone was closing in on me, aggressively.  And it was.


Antonio Gerald
Totally legit-looking job description


With a little sleuthing I determined it was something like the Nigerian Scam where someone is trying to get your banking info so they can raid your bank account.  It did not take long to figure this out.  The difference here is that instead of a situation where the former Prince of Zamunda needs to smuggle $40 million out of the country and he chose you to carry out his plan, it is a job offer where you contact a third party that owes money to the first party and get them to send you the money.  You then take your cut and pass the rest on to the first party.  I can do that!  This sounds too good to be true!  Because it is.


Prince of Zamunda
The Prince of Zamunda

Having lived in New York City for a decade I have been trained in the art of spotting the scam, the Three-Card Monty on a rickety folding table, the electronics store in Times Square that has been having a "Going out of Business Sale" for seven years, the shady-looking dude with too much swagger, coming the other way, that I am going to cross the street to avoid.  I have a "Spidey Sense" that goes off when trouble is afoot.  I know a hustle when I see one.  Doesn't everyone?

Probably not.  I would bet the guy who sent me the fake job offer gets a lot of people with that.  It was quite sophisticated and took a bit of intelligence and life experience just for him to get me to the point of interest.  I am certain that others who take things more on face-value would get sucked in deeper and fall into the trap.

But I was a jaded New Yorker for too long.  I hang up the phone the moment I hear, "This is NOT a sales call!"  When I see the first six numbers on the caller ID are identical to mine, I do not say, "Wow, that looks like my number!  I had better answer it!"  I just hit the silence button.  When I see the Happy Garden restaurant is now called the Happy Dragon I know there was no million dollar buy-out.  The Board of Health shut the place down for multiple health code violations so the owner re-opened the next day with the business in his cousin's name.  It is just as dirty but man, the wings are fantastic!

And this, folks, is a completely natural segue into the question, "Why don't aliens contact us?"


Why don't aliens contact us?



They are here.  We know that.  Thousands of eye-witnesses have reported seeing spaceships, over the years.  Some people have even been inside them - sure, not all the stories are true but some are.  If any one of these stories is true then we know they are here.  My sighting is a true story.  Therefore, we can move past the existential question and focus on why they do not make contact.

I wrote a lot about why aliens do not make contact when I first started the blog in 2018, and then moved on to other topics.  But this question still intrigues me.  It has been the second biggest question on my mind since my spectacular UFO sighting in 1992.  The first question was, why do the US government and military not care about this?  Wait, I take that back.  In 1992 my biggest question was, why are girls attracted to meat-head guys who treat them like crap?  I was a nice guy.  And skinny.  But nowadays it is the other two questions which hog up more real estate in my mind.  That and why are Dino Nuggets chicken that is shaped like the chickens' ancestors?  Weird.


Dino Nuggets
Chicken Ancestor Nuggets


Why do aliens not make contact?  I have a million answers to this question.  I cannot say if any of them are correct.  One of them might be.  Here is today's possible answer.  Are you ready for it?  Here it is:

They know that one.

Contacting us is a trap.  We will pull the aliens in, extract all the scientific knowledge we can from them, and then use the technology against them.  Is that not human nature?  Look around.  Right now the two biggest economies in the world are vying for first place, economically, militarily, culturally, you-name-it.  We play nice, often, and in one-on-one dealings everyone treats each other with respect.  Every deal has to be a win-win for each party.  But at the end of the day, each country wants to be number one and that has to happen at the expense of the other country.  We Earthans would also do this with an alien civilization.  It is our way.


It's a trap
Using the same image twice improves download speeds.
You're welcome.

Aliens know that.  Anyone who can get from there to here has probably stopped off at a few other planets on their way over.  And it was not last week or even last year.  They have seen this game played out over centuries or even millennia.  They show up and proclaim, "We come in peace.  Take me to your leader."  The natives bow down and bestow the aliens with gifts.  They place floral leis around their necks.  They take the aliens out and get them drunk and then make rude comments about each other's women and decide it is getting late and they should all go back to their hotels.

It all goes downhill from there.  Soon the natives are cruising around in flying cars, zapping each other with plasma rays, human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together... mass hysteria!  The natives eventually make the aliens wish they had never shown up.





Like my knowledge of the Nigerian Scam which clued me into the job offer scam, and my experience as a New Yorker that triggers my Spidey Sense telling me to cross the street when I see a ne'er do well, any alien delegation that shows up here is going to immediately be skeptical of us.  This is not their first rodeo, so to speak.  They know how this plays out because they have seen it before.  They will not be fooled again.

So they keep their distance.  They watch us safari animals from the safety of their Space Rovers and hope none of us try to jump into the vehicle.  Perhaps, from time to time, they will tranquilize one of us and bring us on board for an examination.  Maybe some people will be transported back to Planet X to be placed into a zoo or a circus - people go missing all the time.  What happens to them?  But by and large aliens will stay behind the white line.  It is high risk and low reward for them and simply not worth the trouble we would give them.


Aliens on Safari
Aliens on Safari



Enjoying this blog?  Follow the blog to get notified about my latest posts.
Also follow David Marceau on FacebookTwitter, and Instagram.
Share this edition of the blog with others.

If you have seen an alien spaceship or any type of unidentified flying object (UFO) or unexplained aerial phenomenon (UAP) contact me using the Contact form on this page or call me at 401-315-9102 between 6:00am and 7:00am Eastern USA (New York) time, any weekday.

You may remain anonymous if you want.  I will not ridicule you or try to tell you why you are wrong.  I get it, I saw one too.


Thank you for reading and keep an eye on the sky.