Alien Interference


The aliens are messing with our minds, man.

It’s the only explanation why people are so crazy these days. There are the usual pessimists who used to be relatively sane who now believe the rain specifically aims for them. There are the generally mystified who have become completely daft. There are also those who want to be oblivious on purpose, and now they want a badge or a bracelet to identify as clinically insane. They want to be labelled.

Even worse, we have the people in charge of our social commentary wanting to make our comments for us. Automatic social media posting. Sick!

Why would any sane individual want automatic everything? Really, they don’t. The sane, the confident, the level-headed—they want very few things in their life to be automatic. A confident person wants to do things for themself.

Speaking of automatic. There needs to be such a thing as an un-update. Every time a computer or a cell phone “updates” it breaks something. Never does an update make every aspect of the system better. Some part of a program will stop working right. Why? Did the computer programmers really intend to reduce the function? Not likely.

It’s more likely that cosmic radiation messed with the programmers’ minds.

And don’t even get me started on the political scene. Yeah, by scene, I mean obscene. There are crazy politicians alright, but worse there are the psychos who obsess over those politicians. You can’t honestly say you hate a person if you spend every moment of every day tracking their behavior. If, for instance, you follow a politician on Facebook, and you add a comment to their every prompt, you’re not in hate-mode, you’re in teenage-lust-stalker-crush-mode.

Scanning past the obvious is a function of schizophrenia. But it could also be a consequence of alien interference. Maybe, just maybe, there are these psycho crazy rays coming out of alien spacecraft, affecting the minds of otherwise intelligent people—making schizophrenics of us all.

Sure people have always been crazed and dazed, frazzled and dazzled, bungled and botched, but why does the insanity appear to have magnified sevenfold?

Aliens. The aliens are messing with our minds, man.

Published by Kurt Gailey

This is where I'm supposed to brag about how I've written seven novels, twelve screenplays, thousands of short stories, four self-help books, and one children's early-reader, but I'd rather stay humble. You can find out about things I've written or follow my barchive (web archive, aka 'blog) at or follow me on twitter @kurt_gailey. I love sports and music and books, so if you're an athlete or in a band or you're a writer, give me a follow and I'll most likely follow you back. I've even been known to promote other people's projects.

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