Abducted

"I told you already! It was aliens. Creatures I have never seen before. Pale white skin and black shinny eyes!” Jack screamed at Bill. “I was having my breakfast. Next thing I knew? Some invisible force was pulling me upwards and upwards. All the way towards the sky till I could breathe no more. I tried to resist it but the pain was unbearable. Oh the things they did to me Bill! These creatures had no compassion. I could see specks of blood all over the inside of their ship with crippling clarity. Everything was so bright. I bet it would of had reeked of death were I able to breathe. But I couldn’t and the thought became more insistent with each passing moment. And then there was darkness. I blacked out and woke up back home. You believe me, right Bill?“

“Uhuh.” Bill answered. “And um ... if you just woke up here maybe you dreamt the whole thing” . Jack seemed infuriated. “You don’t believe me?! You’ll see. You better hope that never happens to you! But I do. I hope it does happen to you. That way you will believe me.” And with those words Jack left. Bill didn’t care.

Bill went on his own business. As a matter of fact he had forgotten all about that conversation until one fateful morning. He was having his breakfast and felt a burning ache in his throat. He tried to move but the pain had lodged in his jaw. He was then yanked up with tremendous force. He tried to get away but could not see what was pulling him. Up and up he went. Or was it down? He could no longer tell. All he knew now is that he couldn’t breathe as the fishermen pulled him into their fishing boat. Bill glared at his own reflection on their black shiny sunglasses. These must be the aliens that Jackfish was speaking about.

El Valor del Papel

Un Mundo de Papel
Desde que nacemos y nos dan un nombre al igual que se ha nombrado a todos los otros animales por orden de Dios, el papel nos domina. El papel ES Dios. No eres nadie sin papeles. Bienvenido al mundo! Pronto te daré un diploma certificando tu llegada, mientras tanto tome un numero. Este numero escrito sobre el papel le asegurara socialmente. Así podrás hacer trueque con el sudor de tu frente para obtener papeles verdes con numeritos y caras de personas muertas importantes. Con ello puedes obtener lo que quieras! Y sin ellos no podrás hacer nada y quizás te mueras de hambre o de alguna enfermedad curable por no poder comprar antibióticos. El billete es el único papel que no botamos en el zafacón. Las monedas las tiramos por dondequiera pues no valen tanto como el papel. Te digo el papel es Dios y en el confiamos ("In God we Trust"). Por dinero hasta matamos porque el papel vale mas que la vida misma.
Como? En tu país no hay papeles de trueque? Bueno.... pues busca entonces por un libro dividido en versos que habla de un ser supremo. Te aseguro que no importa como se llame, Biblia, Quran, Torah u Jadid apuesto que te dice que mates en nombre de aquello escrito en el. Te dirá como vivir y como tratar y juzgar a los demás. No tenemos que pensar en una existencia de largo plazo y en realidad no importa lo que le hagas al planeta. Contamines o destruyas no tiene importancia ya que Cristo viene y con él la muerte y fin del mundo. Y viene ya! Viene pronto! Porque? Porque lo dice el libro. Bueno tiene que ser verdad, esta escrito en papel.