The Invasion of the Pods

Psst....


It all began so subtly that I don’t even know whether I am imagining things or that I should even put my concerns down on paper.

Let me ask you this simple question: In the last five years have you ever gotten a straight answer to any question you have asked. Have you ever been able to look anybody in the eye and keep that person’s attention for five minutes? Is it me or have you experienced such things.

I find that nobody listens to anyone else. And everyone seems to have memorized the same list of responses designed to frankly move on and dismiss any questions with off the shelf remarks. “yes, dear.” “Fine, dear.” “Anything you say, dear.” “Yes, you are right.” And stuff like that proliferates; yet nobody can tell me what any of it means.

I am saying this for a reason that I will let you on to momentarily… I just want to make sure that I am among friends. You know, as I do that it is dangerous to put things down.
Especially now, when the government can interpret anything you say any way it wants in this new form of what they call “democracy” but is beginning to look more and more like a combination of bureaucracy and monarchy with the worst characteristics of each.

Okay, here’s my point. Why is the government trying it’s damnedest to bankrupt our country?
Why are they trying so hard to make us depressed? Why are they attempting to control everything, dissemble our government offices, put idiots in charge?

I’ve got a theory.

We are being “podded.” Do you know what I mean?

There is a good argument now that our friends are really not our friends. They look like our friends. They sound like our friends. But they are not our friends. They are “look-alikes.”
That is the only thing that would explain the fact that nobody does nothing about all the wrong we see around us. That seems to me the only logical explanation.
No sane person would allow the air to get poisoned, toxins to flow in the water, our forests killed, and our fish driven to extinction. Why would any sane person allow that to happen—especially when there’s no place else to go.

So, I reason it is a pretty clever extra-terrestrial plot to get rid of the trouble-makers, us, and replace them with androids who have pat answers for everything even though they are mostly phrases that make no sense.

I just wanted to warn you, dear friends, of this occurrence.

I don’t know how much time we have left. I mentioned my suspicions to those who I thought were like us and they said “don’t worry…everything will be alright.”

That was my first sign that they were podded. So, I know it was already too late.

I have given up on their leaders. They are too far gone to reach. They talk about unreality and myth as if it is real. I can only conclude it is part of the strategy. Nobody could be so stupid.

Anyway, I just wanted you to know. I’ve got to run and hide now. I believe they are coming any moment for me.

Good luck, friends.

The good news? It will pay off being a vegan!...

Les Aaron