Hi Paula:
This is a bit long winded, but here we go. Yesterday, I had my check and I was walking over toward the bank when I saw a man in front of me. He was wearing a mask and he had pulled out his gun. He gave me a stare with eyes like daggers and that cut me to the core. I could tell he was not playing games.
Still have the check with me. Hey, I walked away. Live to fight another day as we say.
I did not report it to the cops. When you live in a repressive regime… it is best to steer clear of any issues. They will always find a way to blame you. Bankers are not my friends, they are my enemies.
Let me tell you something about bankers, when I was six… my dad did open a saving account for me. I did not say checking, I said savings. Well, he put $50 of his own money, that was the minimum and I put $5 of my own money. That is money I made cleaning out bird cages. It was given to me by a kind neighborhood lady we called granny. She paid me one dollar an hour… yes, that is a lot less than minimum wage. However, I was glad to have the job as I was only six.
A few weeks later, my dad went to the bank with me. I had another $5 to put in. The banker took my money. He then informed my dad that his account was closed and that he owes the bank $173 in fines. That he did not put money in every month and that the checks were expensive.
Except that my dad did not ask for a checking account or any checks, but the bank did not care. They opened the checking account anyway. Also, they claimed my dad had signed up for a lot of expensive services. In fact, they told my dad that he had to pay the $173 in fines or they would make sure his credit was in ruins.
My dad did not lose his cool, and said. “First, you steal $60 from my son. Second, you claim I owe you money. What you are is a worm. Here is your $173 and I will never do business with this @#$@$ bank again. Stealing $60 from a kid, you are not even a man.”
The banker said. “I am sorry sir. The law says –“
My dad got mad. “Don’t tell me you are sorry. Hell is real and that is where you are going!”
Both of us walked out and all my money was gone. Dad wanted me to put my coins in a bank where they would be safe and secure. Funny, I learned not to trust the bankers at an early age.
YEARS LATER…
I was onboard a space ship three years later, and I was now nine. The reptilians attacked us. I fought as best I could, but the situation was scary. My hands were still shaking, because seeing the reptilians chilled me to my core. They are a lot bigger than me. Right then I noticed a little alien girl who was six. She had absolutely no fear as in zero. I wished I had such great courage.
Aliens have no names. However, hybrids on the ship called her ZIDATKANI which means warrior. I called her zizi. She was not a hybrid like me. Zizi was a pure.
I said to her, “Hey zizi, I am such a wimp. The reptilians attack us. I have to force myself to fight because I am frozen in fear and near panic.”
She peered at me with an intense gaze. “The venari have a saying – marry a strong woman and you get a strong son. Sadly, your mother is a weak woman.”
I shouted. “ZIZI! That is not true!”
She cut me to the core. “Remember, it was your mom who said to your dad –‘I don’t want in this house any guns. I hate guns.’ What kind of a warrior hates guns?”
Then she went on. “Both your father and mother were living on Planet Rykanor as warriors and it was your mother who told him to leave the war. What kind of a warrior… runs away in a war.”
Alien girl gave me a sardonic grin. “I am a warrior. I want to die fighting like a lioness, not butchered like a cow.”
Zizi went on. “Back on the farm you have milk cows. They are always getting sick and your dad calls the veterinarian every week of every year. Frankly, cows are pathetic wimps. Beefalo is a hybrid of buffalo and cow. They do not get sick ever. Also, they can be outside in open prairie… when it is 40 degrees below zero. Hybrids can take it. With cows, you have to bring them inside the red barn and turn the heater on.”
Before I could get a word in… she thundered on. “Actually, you are a hybrid – part human and part venari. Not all humans are wimps. In fact, some of your earth ancestors were cave men. They fought a wholly rhino with tiny spears. They could bring down an elephant because they were warriors. Sadly, those warriors are no more.”
Zizi then mockingly imitated both human voice an mannerism. “Please, no more war. What we have to do is ban the gun… wage peace… talk to our enemies.”
Other aliens started laughing in derision at the pathetic wimpy me.
I told Zizi what happened to me when I was six. How my dad paid $173 in fines and that the bank stole my money.
Fire poured out of her orange eyes. The little girl pulled out her ray gun. “I would confront the bankers and demand that they give me my money. If they refuse me, I will vaporize em.”
I shouted. “Zizi, that is against the law and they will put you in prison.”
Alien girl laughed bitterly at me in scorn. “Listen to me HALF jew. If I gave you this ray gun… and sent you to nazi germany to rescue jews… you would tell me. ‘That is against the law of nazi germany. They have a law against rescuing jews. Hitler says so.’”
All the aliens were howling with laughter at me. She was right and I was wrong.
Her eyes bored into me. “Do you know what happened to the jews that obeyed the law? Well, do you? They were marched into the gas chambers and later put in ovens. Listen to me. There are no LAWS!”
She glared at me. “What you have to do is ask yourself a question – what are you… are you a warrior or a wimp?”