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Makins Jesus Croons I wasn't sent to Earth because of my education. I wasn't sent here because of my experience. On my first day in NewYork I met a young soldier walking his dog in Bryant Park who told me that, in the army, if you speak Mandarin you can be certain you'll never be sent to China. Multi-planetary bureaucracy is even worse but sending me here was a major piece of official idiocy. I wanted to go to an extremely primitive planet. I thought the people here were very advanced, sophisticated, and just a bit too world weary. Granted you only really know one world but you seem to be as jaded as if you have fully experienced the universe and have had enough of it. Or maybe that's just New York. Of course, I've been based in New York. Most of the people I've met, have been remarkably accepting of the fact that I'm a tall, grey-haired alien. I was amazed to find that I had to carry a green card (which was pink) which stated tht I was a legal alien. After some months I discovered that anyone not born in America who wished to live here had to register as an alien. A young Irish man on East Forty Third Street, who had a beautiful dog, told me he liked being an alien in America as they treated him like a person, unlike England where he could be a citizen but still be treated as lesser being. I didn't understand what he meant but I spent some time researching the history of England, America, and Ireland and think I know what he meant. That"s my skill. Research. And the language arts. Unlike Earth we don't consider language a science. When I discovered that you do my first reaction was incredulity followed by laughter. Then I spent a long time researching what Earth people call the science of language. The term 'communication' gave me so many comic moments but 'semantics' was the funniest. I spent two months meeting with Professors and other experts which culminated in two eminent Semanticists screaming at each other and getting into a fistfight. When they'd finished I asked if this was an example of body language. The one who hadn't been knocked down told me to fuck off so I did. I met a woman in a cafe called Starbucks (Stars and money, wonderfully American) and I told her that story. At first she didn't see the humor - I had to say "It was funny." - and then she was bemused. She had a pekinese, cute, but I didn't find the flat face at all attractive. I asked her what she thought of semantics and she said it sounded dirty. Then I was bemused. When I realised the mistake I laughed and had to explain the joke, again. She was bemused, again. I laughed. She asked what the joke was. I gave up then. Don't get me wrong. I like humans. Some of my best friends are human. (That's a joke. If you don't get it, you should stop reading this now.) I've enjoyed my visit to your world. I don't want to leave. I don't think I should have to leave. Jesus doesn't want me to leave. Neither does Chiquita. Jesus says he loves me, Chiquita (Chicky to Jesus and I) Chicky loves me too. I met Chicky and Jesus on Thirtyeighth and Seventh. They were homeless, Jesus had a sign saying "Homeless plese help" and he sat slumped on the pavement with his arm around her, crooning. I had been given a large apartment and said "Would you like to live with me? I could teach you to spell.". I was talking to Chicky but Jesus answered for her. He said "Yes she would and she wants me to come wit her. And I like to learn spell.". He always speaks for her and when he does she looks at him with such love and trust. I know we can't have children. I know that. I'm not stupid. I've known people on my world who can't have children. That's not the only reason for being together. Love, and the ability to love, is a measure of civilisation, of caring - if I were human I'd say it was a measure of humanity. It's certainly a measure of soul. So we shall stay together. If they want me to go they shall have to attack me and I shall defend us. 'I am attacked - we defend.' That's a translation from Baladur's 'Family' whose poetry I should love to translate and give to your world. I shall fight. Jesus - well he's not equipped to fight. He needs his drugs and I know they've made him weak and I shall 'enfold him in my fur'. Baladur again We don't go out much now. A few weeks ago I started buying supplies for Chicky and Jesus. I have enough to last them for a year. I tried to stockpile food and drink for myself but a dull clerk at our embassy input the wrong details and I have only a few days food left. The news is everywhere now. They can't cut off the electricty to our apartment as it would be cruel (as if splitting us up isn't cruel enough) so I can see the Television and surf the net. Which is how I am able to publish this. My story is simple. True love denied. Chiquita is a beautiful Alsation, Jesus is a magnificient
illegal alien who cares for her and I am a legal alien. When I enfold her
in my fur as Jesus croons his love we are complete. We love each other.
Please, love us.
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