Let me start by saying that I would be beyond excited and thrilled if living aliens or real alien corpses were actually produced. As Fox Mulder’s office poster proclaimed, “I Want To Believe.” I could die happy if positive proof of alien life were produced…
Jaime Maussan, a journalist and self-proclaimed Ufologist, recently presented to a Mexican congressional committee two supposed alien mummified “corpses” that were gray, had three fingers, bulbous heads, an “ET”-type elongated neck, and measured about 1-1/2′ in length. They were presented behind glass panels in small caskets, with the claim made that they were discovered in 2017 in algae mines in Cusco, Peru. They are supposed to be between 800 and 1,700 years old…
These “alien corpses” look phony at even casual photographic examination, and smart money holds that they are paper mache constructions overlayed on a doll body or wire armature. This makes them akin to sideshow gaffes like the “Rat Boy.”
The presenter of said defunct aliens has done such things before, unveiling in 2015 another “alien corpse” that turned out to be the remains of a long-deceased child with a head deformity.
So continue to “look to the skies,” but take comfort in the fact that if 1-1/2 foot tall aliens invade you, with little effort you could boot them into tomorrow… đź‘˝
Do I see myself as being a leader? No, foxes are independent, often solitary animals. We do our own thing, and don’t operate with or out of packs.
Moreover, I lack the desire to lead. Can I lead? Absolutely, but I abhor the degree of self-surrender and the coping with internal politics that comes with leadership of a group. It is a vexation to the spirit. As a leader, you are unlikely to make all of your followers happy at the same time, yet you can exhaust yourself in trying. And if the group fails, a leader can be held responsible, even if he or she has a following of turkeys.
As someone wrote, those who refuse to lead are liable to be led by someone worse than themselves. Because of this, I have at times assumed leadership when no one else wanted to perform that function, or was capable of the role. I have done so reluctantly. My natural role in an organization appears to be in position #3, operating behind and in support of the leader and the second in command.
Those who wish to become leaders may wish to consider that power corrupts, and absolute powercorrupts absolutely. I’ve seen nice people become complete bastards when elevated to leadership positions.
The notion that monsters make the best heroes has been previously explored, for example in shows like Being Human, whose characters featured a werewolf, vampire. and ghost. The Imperfects on Netflix has a similar cast of unlikely prime characters, this time a banshee, a succubus, and my favorite, a chupacabra-shifter, who in his transformational state rather closely resembles a werewolf with the exception of external spiny projections that go from his forehead down his back…
Now Juan Ruiz, the chupacabra-shifter, essentially blacks out when he transforms, and in that transformational state has enhanced speed, razor-sharp claws and teeth, and one assumes, enhanced vision and hearing as well. He tends to eat at least part of his victims in his feral state, and when transformed back, has no recollection of how he got blood on his face or what he was doing that caused that. In all fairness, most of his victims were posing a serious threat to himself or his female companions the banshee and succubus. Just to be safe, however, those companions have been known to keep Juan bound up in situations where he is likely to be “triggered.” They’ve been known to playfully refer to him as “Chupi,” even going to far as to torment him by saying things like “cute Chupi” or “You’re a good Chupi.” “I hate you guys!,” responds Juan…
Now the show’s unlikely trio appear to be in their late teens to early twenties, prompting some to call this series a “coming of rage” show. Their condition is the result of a rogue scientist experimenting on them without their permission using stem cells, and their powers are unfortunate side effects of that experimentation. The trio spend much of the series pursuing the rogue scientist in an effort to get him to “fix” them, all the while being pursued by armed and shadowy agents intent on their control or if necessary, extermination. This in turn leads to some epic confrontations along the way. “They want monsters?,” notes the banshee, “We’ll GIVE them monsters!” With that, the banshee can blow people away with her voice, the succubus emits pheromones that can get their pursuers to fall under her control and shoot each other, and the chupacabra springs, bites, slices, and dices…
Now variations on the show’s themes as mentioned have been done before, and probably better. Still, the show has promise, which makes it unfortunate that Netflix cancelled the series after one season. Still, it remains possible that fan demand might bring the show back, since it was just finding its footing after one one season, and there are different directions that the series could go with just some tweaking…
(language and graphic violence warnings for the following clip. This ain’t Barney the Purple Dinosaur, folks…)
Everyone is someone else’s idea of a monster, so they say…so I guess that makes me one, too, at least in spirit…
FOXSYLVANIA 
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