In 1951 the world watched in amazement as a flying saucer landed in Washingotn D.C. The black and white film footage of that landing was assembled into a CNN documentary called The Day the Earth Stood Still. Aboard the saucer was an Emissary from the heavens, from an advanced culture that spanned a thousand solar systems with its wisdom. The Emissary had come to tell us that Mankind was destined for the stars, that our true home was there and waiting for us. He said that after two and a half World Wars, peace was to be the responsibility of every man and that the goal of peace was easily achieved if we did nothing out of selfish ambition or conceit, but in lowliness of ego, would each esteem others better than ourselves. Before he left, the Emissary gave Earth a warning, “Grow up, help each other become better in every way. We will be watching.”
Last week, the saucer returned and the same Emissary stood in Washington D.C. and wept to see the level of barbarism that men of Earth had fallen to. In the place where democracy had once been the proud jewel of a civilization, the political structure had been destroyed by Reids, Clintons and Obamas until it was a thriving cesspool where the biggest pieces of effluence wield the most power and liars are rewarded for being creative. What the culture of the stars calls abomination was celebrated openly in the streets and perversion worshiped at altars of celebrity. Peace and brotherhood from sea to shining sea had devolved into a war of tribe against tribe and gang against gang. In Chicago, Monday mornings are set aside to collect the dead into wagons and stack the bodies at the city morgue like cord-wood. Neo-Racism, a strain as dreadful as any Adolf Hitler infected the world with, marched through streets and highways under the guise of Black Lies Matter. The embers of racial tension are stoked daily by Reverends with Sharp Tongues and Classless Colons wearing blood red jerseys. The hope that had come from the stars had withered on the vine.
In 1951, after the phrase ‘Klaatu Barada Nikto’ was spoken to the simulacrum that was the saucer, the destruction of planet Earth was postponed for a time. But time was gone. What the Emissary saw was that every intent of the thoughts of Man’s heart was only evil continually. So he made the only decision that he could, the one decision he did not want to make. It had been written long before 1951 that this present heaven and earth are reserved for fire, being kept for the day of judgment and destruction of the ungodly.
Without pomp, without a single spoken word, the Earth was pushed out of its orbit and sent careening into the sun. The Men of Earth objected, cursed the Emissary and used hurtful names, but it was too late. Every man, every woman shook their fists at heaven even as the flames liked at their backsides.