What Would a Martian Say?

Ever think about what it might be like to land in a space ship in Times Square, and hear people talk about the Giants, and how Mad Men, and 30 Rock won the Emmys.

Ever think about what it might be like to land in a space ship and watch people driving BMWs pick their nose at red lights, or pull out these funny little machines, that look like calculators, and start tap, tap, tapping away in some kind of re-
morse code?

Ever think about what it might be like to land in the middle of a battlefield with soldiers,and tanks---missiles, and rockets----all manner of weaponry, and get out of the space ship only to find that the people you're firing at look just like you?

Why is it that peace often seems as far away as another galaxy while war is always close at hand.

How is it we find water on the moon, and drought in the county next door. Someday--who knows---we may need that water cause we seem to have depleted much of our own.

Humankind is so meglomaniacal that the obvious eludes us. The planet will revert to its default position, survival, after we're done with it.

For now, we console ourselves with the thought that an "illegal alien" is someone without the proper documentation to be called a neighbor while we ravage that which can rightly be called a neighborhood.