Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence: Show us the ships.
And not just the ships, but also account for where it came from and how it got here. And why we're not all dead from the introduction of untold biological matter into our ecosystem.
You have to answer ALL the questions at once, now.
No more claims to secret knowledge.
Show us the ships.
No more elliptical arguments or grammatical sleights of hand.
Show us. The ships.
No more special appeals.
Show. Us. The. Ships.
There are no ET crafts, friends, I know. I've accepted this reality.
I've also accepted its rational conclusion: nobody is coming to save us.
People accuse skeptics of being close-minded, but it's the UFO believers who seem closed to trying to grasp the true nature of just how vast the universe really is.
The fact that we exist at all forces us to accept one of a few possibilities.
One, maybe we're first. Someone has to be, and maybe it's us.
Two, maybe interstellar travel is just basically impossible, or so hard as to be effectively impossible.
Or three, there really are aliens out there, and somehow despite having hundreds of millions of years to reach out world, they're only just now arriving, right at the moment we have the technology to imagine and detect them.
The level of coincidence in this last option is utterly staggering., but that its invoked so easily speaks to a massive deficiency in our understanding of math.
Right now, all of us are collectively attempting to dodge the emotional labor of getting our shit together, hence TikTok, "true crime" genres, and the continuing proliferation of drive-through coffee.
The fact that we exist at all imbues us with the responsibility to act to preserve the lives of generations we'll never know, but more importantly, will never know of us at all.
We have to save ourselves this time.
Or show us the ships.
