Shit. This better be one of my asshole friends fucking with me. Please, for the love of dog, be one of my friends fucking with me. I really don't want this to be real. I don't need this kind of shit. Not today. Seriously. But if you are, in fact, an honest to dog kook who believes everything you see on the X-Files, my advice is for you to commit suicide. Humanity doesn't need you. Really. Freaks like you have done more damage to the public's understanding of science and history than both Fox News and the creationist fucktards. And here's the thing, I actually do believe in alien life...just not gray skinned almond eyed intergalactic butt rapists, or Sleestaks from the planet nutsack. As goofy as the film was, any true alien life would probably be a lot more like what we saw in Contact. And I'm sure they wouldn't be interested in my ass. AND here's another curve ball for you. I actually SAW a UFO. Yep. I saw a flying saucer in broad daylight. I was on a bus ride home from Boy Scout camp and from out the window I saw a shiny silver disc buzzing Lake Paris here in California. Everyone on the bus saw it. But does that mean I saw an alien craft from outer space? Were there little gray men piloting the saucer? Hell no. Lake Paris is only a few miles away from March Air Force base. You figure it out. Any species capable of traversing millions of miles across space and time would not need to resort to freakin' aircraft to get from one place to another. And even if they did, it's not like we'd be able to see them unless they wanted us to. Jeez.