Posted by:
ziller
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Date: October 29, 2014 12:52PM
As far as alien invasions go, the one that occurred in Utah on April 6th was rather anticlimactic.
There were no dogfights between a few surviving F-16 pilots and numberless squadrons of alien fighter saucers.
There were no giant alien machines crawling across the planet’s surface harvesting all living things for food.
There were no visitations of wise benevolent other-worldly beings featuring cool light shows and trippy space music.
The alien invasion was not very biblical either.
There were no angelic armies or plagues; no rupture or Anti-Christ; no flaming balls of brimstone fell from the sky; and there sure as hell were no Jesus sightings.
Hollywood Inc. had spent decades preparing the western world for the alien mothership that would appear over New York City, Washington D.C., Paris, Moscow or even Johannesburg.
But nothing like that happened either.
The President of the United States was as clueless as the-man-in-the-street. NASA, CIA, NSA and NATO were all caught flat-footed. No astrologist had predicted it.
In fact, just about every living person on the face of the Earth was utterly astonished and amazed at how it happened.
Just about everybody.
Well, everybody except Thomas S. Monson.
On the morning of April 6th, Thomas S. Monson opened his copy of the Deseret News and checked the weather.
High 59, Low 37, mostly cloudy.
Under the one-word headline: “WTF?!?” was a photograph of an enormous monolithic black cube parked in the sky over the Great Salt Lake.
The Prophet of the Lord brushed a lonely toast crumb from the lapel of his black tailored suit and reached across the breakfast table for his cup of Postum®.
His pasty gnarled hand raised the hot roasted-grain beverage close to his thin tight lips and paused there long enough for him to say,
“Time to pay the piper.”
ziller