Space Lord Mother Mother

Psst.

Hey you.

Yeah, I'm talking to you.

Get over here.

Listen.

Listen.

There's some stuff that happened this year that has probably blown your mind.

But guess what?

Next year will be just as weird.

Maybe weirder.

Just like every year coming and every year since.

Sure, maybe its got on a new outfit or shade of makeup.

But it's all the same.

Unless aliens come from a rock rocket.

That would be different.

I joked with my wife: "What if they (the aliens) put in their starfaring flight to Earth, their dumbest, most disposable representative(s) they could find?" 

Their planet's idiot(s).

Just because they didn't want to lose anyone important.

Not for something as trivial as a flight to our solar system.

And these fools from the sky come down to say hello.

And we humans and our world leaders race to greet them. With records of gold detailing our efforts. Maybe some even on the ground. On their knees.

And these aliens are like, "Woah. Cool."

While we deify them.

Or kill them.

50/50.

Same same.

What would be better: Aliens sending their very best or their very worst?

In my tale, they send their dumbest.

And hilarity ensues.

Or tragedy.

Which will get funnier over time.