The Invasion of the Pod People

This elections have had a profound and disturbing effect on me. After it became clear Obama was going to win I was so depressed that I lay awake most of the night with a feeling that I was surrounded by alien forces trying to break down my door.

I felt like I was in one of those movies from the 50s and 60s where people’s identities are taken over by alien forces and the central character is the only sane and uncorrupted person left on earth.

I thought of the central figure in the 1950s classic The Day of The Triffids, fighting against giant plants that were taking over people’s bodies and turning them into Pod Creatures. In my imagination I saw America being overtaken by Pod People, some wearing Obama masks and some having the faces of Louis Farrakhan, The Reverend Jeremiah Wright, Khalid al Mansour, Puff Daddy, Nancy Pelosi and Howard Dean.

My only ally in this nightmare was – God help me – Paris Hilton. Well, I did say it was a nightmare.

Although I tried to warn everyone of the danger, nobody took any notice. Including my wife, who was and is a great Hillary Clinton supporter and felt it her duty to vote Democrat, which she’s done all her life. It seemed as if she had also been taken over by the Pod people and I suddenly felt I was living with an alien who would let the Pod People get me given half a chance. She wants me to be a Pod Person like all the other people who voted for Obama.

Memories of other scary movies came flooding into my mind, like The Omega Man, in which Charleton Heston finds he is the last defender of humanity and western civilization after people start turning into vampires.

I saw the population of America turned into zombies by Barack Obama’s rhetoric, and everyone being forced to listen to nothing but rap music and Obama broadcasts.

I thought of The Invasion of The Body Snatchers, where a small town doctor realises that his friends and neighbors are being turned into mindless automatons by an alien life force that is using them like puppets.

People from the Night of the Living Dead were banging on my bedroom window and shouting obscenities at me, calling me a douchebag and other names favored by Obamabots. There seemed to be no escape from them.

I was also reminded of the movie The Creature Walks Among Us. I wonder why? And who the creature might be? I leave that for you to decide.

When I finally forced myself out of bed in the stark light of day, I was so depressed that I almost didn’t upload my second video on prejudice, imaginatively entitled PREJUDICE 2: The Sequel (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtQRN6v7VNc). I thought it might be a little frivolous under the circumstances.

In the end I decided to upload it anyway, and I’m glad I did because quite a few people commented that it helped to lift their spirits.

But what about my spirits? Here I am living with an alien (who is upstairs as we speak, probably eavesdropping on everything I do and say so she can report it to her Pod Masters). Here I am witnessing the end of western civilization as we know it, and wondering if I’m the only person left to try to save our cultural and spiritual heritage for future generations.

But I draw some comfort from the fact that I have met some wonderful people on my Youtube channel (and here on No Quarter), who come from all walks and all political parties and who share a love of decency and civilized behavior.

To them and everyone else I say: Keep fighting, for God’s sake! Don’t let the Pod People win!