This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

I want to talk about quality television. There, that didn’t take too long. It is one of the grand ironies of our time that while the television sets themselves are something from out of a dream world of Science Fiction, the programming is no better.

Fantastically large dimensions of brilliant colors and clarity. When I was a kid, a portable TV came with a cart and rolled on four plastic wheels dragged through the house in living Black and White. If there were stairs involved, you were going to need some help. Today, it slips neatly into your back pocket.

Most of the accumulated knowledge of humanity right at your fingertips and all its bullshit too! It must be true, I read it on the Internet. A Facebook Meme asked to name something you were taught in high school you now know isn’t true. A gentleman answered, “The moon landing.” And it would be easy to scoff and point at the flat Earther, but these doubters are always younger than the Apollo program. They didn’t live it day by day, so it seems too farfetched to believe.

My father was just the right age for Charles Lindbergh crossing the Atlantic. That was a real event for him and only statistic and a single paragraph of a history book for me. “The lone eagle lands outside Paris and the crowd goes wild! Lindbergh was swept up in a wave of public adulation.” I was just the right age for John Glenn and Project Mercury. Each mission really going where no man had gone before. Just to prove it could be done with a decent chance of returning home alive.

Jim Lovell, Project Gemini and Apollo astronaut commented while watching the space shuttle dock with the International space station. “We perfected that on Gemini 7.” The Space program was a big deal back in that day and had the constant attention of the media and the public. The moon missions even had updates on TV throughout the night on all the networks. It was real, I was there for every mission and read every detail I could lay my hands on.

Before Jim Lovell had actually perfected docking two spacecraft together, it didn’t exist. No differently than before the Wright Brothers arrived at Kitty Hawk. Each Gemini mission was working on a new skill towards a well-defined objective on a definite time line. If we couldn’t dock two spacecraft together, we couldn’t go to the moon. It didn’t always work out and there were plenty of failures. Either it was the most elaborately clever and diabolical plot ever devised by the wicked minds of man or…they really did it.

Neil Armstrong bailed out of a lunar landing trainer known as the flying bedstead with seconds to spare. On Armstrong’s Gemini 8 mission, a thruster stuck and put the spacecraft into a potentially fatal spin. Imagine how creative the NASA Administrators were to fake potentially fatal accidents just to cover their tracks before faking the moon landing. Was the Apollo One fire faked as well? Three men died, or did they?

When Apollo 8 first went to the moon no one had ever done that before. It was Christmas Eve in lunar orbit going around the moon with a live worldwide TV audience, and it was a big deal.

But because it is only a minor page of history, the denier chooses to believe it was Aliens. Because it’s always Aliens, isn’t it? Aliens move for their own purposes. But to give the theory of Alien technology being what created our modern world equal value with, we just did it. Is somewhat bizarre, if the great the white Bwana can’t do it, it must be the Aliens.

If we are trying to reverse engineer Alien technology, we ain’t very good at it. Ergo, them Aliens ain’t helping us much. Our best jets can’t possibly keep up with or possibly out maneuver their craft.  There is a French architect who has pretty much figured out how the Egyptians built the Pyramids; they did the corners last so they could drag the stones up to each new level. No Aliens no magic. But that theory differs with the official Egyptian Government’s theory. And nobody likes to be told they’re  wrong.

When Apollo 11 landed on the moon, the pictures were sent back to earth via a microwave relay. The first cell phone tower was the lunar module. The technology for your cellphone and your laptop computer came directly from the space program. In 1961, NASA let out a contract for a lunar flight computer. Only one catch, that computer had to weigh less than 20 pounds and fit neatly into a tiny space. No aliens and no magic.

In a larger sense, what this non-believer individual doubts is unity. He doesn’t believe we as a people can accomplish anything because he’s never seen it done. In the 1930s, Tennessee was rural and largely without electrical power. Plagued by floods and diseases such as Malaria with poor roads and worse healthcare but in a single generation Mr. Roosevelt changed all that. Though it could have been Aliens, I suppose, I wasn’t there.

In the 1940s, this country became the arsenal of Democracy. Turning out ships and combat aircraft in astounding numbers, but it might have all been faked. World War II who knows, maybe it wasn’t real after all. That was the war where German rocket scientists developed the V2 rocket. The first man made vehicle to reach outer space, but it could have been the Aliens.

The nihilism of the intellectually lazy. Addled by the very technology they claim is Alien inspired. I complained to You Tube because a fraudster was posting videos claiming there were secret missions to the moon. The problem with the fraudster’s claim is that all the hardware for these alleged moon missions are accounted for. Profiting from the theory that some dumb asses will believe anything.

When John Kennedy declared, “We choose to go to the moon.” He didn’t have slightest conception of the world it would create. Neither did the Wright Brothers when the Aliens helped them to construct their first airplane. No way of knowing about computer chips or laptop computers or cell phones or electric cars. Without the battery technology developed for cell phones modern electric cars wouldn’t exist either. Of course,  it might have been the Aliens.

“You are not you–you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought. I myself have no existence; I am but a dream–your dream, a creature of your imagination. In a moment you will have realized this, then you will banish me from your visions and I shall dissolve into the nothingness out of which you made me. I am perishing already, I am failing, I am passing away.

In a little while you will be alone in shoreless space, to wander its limitless solitudes without friend or comrade forever—for you will remain a thought, the only existent thought, and by your nature inextinguishable, indestructible. But I, your poor servant, have revealed you to yourself and set you free. Dream other dreams, and better! – Mark Twain,  The Mysterious Stranger