posted on Nov, 7 2005 @ 10:31 PM
I'll admit, now you have me completely convinced. It all makes perfect sense. In fact, the Earth is hollow, there is a massive underground world
where the greys, who are really clones of beings found on Mars by the Soviets during their first mission there in 1971, do not live, they are
ENSLAVED. They are enslaved by the one family, the direct decendents of Adam and Eve, that in fact rules not just the world, but dictates all of
reality itself. The entry points to their lair are Fort Knox, the Pyramids, the Vatican, and the back of the walk-in refrigerator in the back of the
Carnegie Deli (what can I say... the greys love pastrami!). They have been silently ruling not just society, but feeding you the very thoughts in
your mind through an elaborate machine they have dubbed "The Beast." This machine is made of, you guessed it, GOLD!
Around Fort Knox, they kidnap children some time around their 4th birthday and inject them with nano-robots, who immediately go to work at rewriting
the DNA of every cell in their bodies during development. They are imbedded with an innate disregard for morality, truth, and logic. Some day soon,
they will be called upon, called upon to guard "them" from "us," and they will not question.
Despite their conscience, despite their capacity for free thought and wonderment, despite their obvious belief that there is something to humanity
worth saving, they will constantly be trapped, paranoid, and lost in a world that doesn't seem to be turning out the way they hoped it would. They
will blame everyone but themselves and blindly become what they hate deep in the depths of their heart. I weep at their dehumanization, alienation,
and exploitation. It's not their fault. They don't have a choice, they don't have any power. Who are they to think they could change the world?
I wish they would open their eyes, realize the power of man, recognize that we all wish for a better world. The people, united, will never be
They may delay, but time will not. There is always hope.