Writing this blog sometimes puts me into very odd conversations.
Witness what happened yesterday, an exchange between myself and a friend that started out with the odd question, "Do you know what Justin Bieber is?"
I responded, "Of course I know who Justin Bieber is."
"Not who," my friend said. "What."
"Um," I said, showing my usual articulateness when confronted with peculiar questions. "Well, he's a pop singer whose songs make me want to remove my ears with a vegetable peeler. He also, by his recent behavior, appears to be a spoiled rotten brat."
"Nope," my friend said. "He's an alien."
At that point, the light dawned. Like I said, sometimes I'm a magnet for bizarre claims, but that doesn't mean that I'm quick on the uptake about it. "Lemme guess," I said. "Someone found a photograph of him where he appears to have antennae, or something."
"Better than that. Video footage, where his eyes seem to turn into reptile eyes."
"Marvy," I responded. "Bieber's one of the reptilian overlords. I shoulda known."
So my friend directed me to an article on Huffington Post amusingly titled, "Fox News Accidentally Reveals That Justin Bieber is a Reptile."
Apparently what happened is that an alert Fox News viewer, whose YouTube handle is RyGuyVA, was watching the footage showing the Biebs in court after his unfortunate run-in with marijuana, prescription medications, a Lamborghini, and a Miami Beach police officer (in that order). And RyGuyVA notice that in one frame, Bieber's eyes appear to change.
"Boom," RyGuyVA says. "I always though that stuff was BS. But come on."
Seriously, look into those eyes. Don't they seem bent on world domination?
Of course, the easier explanation is that it's a "video compression artifact," a loss of video data as it is reduced to fit available storage space or transmission bandwidth. And as we've seen before, you can turn grainy images into anything. Take a look at the "unfocused gaze illusion" -- in which your brain takes a blurry image of a human face and makes a decision (wrong, as it turns out) about which way the eyes are pointing. Even more startling is the effect of focusing a blurred image of Charles Allen Gilbert's painting "All is Vanity" -- pass your cursor over the fuzzy image and watch what it turns into!
But of course, there are people who would just love to belieb that Justin is an all-powerful alien. And I have to admit that "reptilian overlord" has more gravitas than "drug-addled twit." Given that there are conspiracy theorists like the wonderfully bizarre David Icke who think that bunches of famous people are reptilian aliens, including various pharaohs, kings and queens (including Queen Elizabeth II of England), 43 of the US Presidents (no word I could find on which ones were left out), the entirety of the Rockefeller and Rothschild families, and the late comedian Bob Hope, it's no real surprise that Justin Bieber should be on the list, too. I guess they need someone to provide them with music, out there in Reptilian Command Central.
At this point, though, don't you think he's kind of overstayed his welcome here on Earth? I mean, besides the annoying songs, he's now breaking the law and just generally making a nuisance of himself, to the point that there's now a "We The People" petition to deport him back to his native Canada. But if he's really an alien, then why should we burden Canada with him? Put him on a rocket and send him out into space, is what I suggest. Let his reptilian buddies pick him up and bring him back to Zeta Reticuli, or wherever the hell they're supposed to be from.
That'd turn me into a belieber.
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Showing posts with label Justin Bieber. Show all posts
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Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Friday, October 4, 2013
Well, that should take care of your "Bieber Fever."
So San Francisco made it through yesterday without being obliterated. I'm pleased about that, because San Francisco is a great place and it would suck if it was destroyed by an earthquake even if it is a hotbed of "sexual immortality" (as one of the prophecies of doom called it).
Of course, the same bunch of prophets also called it a "Bowl of Iniquity," which is just funny. It sounds like the breakfast they serve in hell's deli, doesn't it? ("Hey, hon, can I have another Bowl of Iniquity, with some milk and sugar? Thanks.")
But of course, this failure of the Lord to keep his word and smite the hell out of California isn't going to stop the prognosticators of doom from moving on to the next Holy Warning. In fact, a reader told me we already have one that has cleared the starting gate, and it's a doozy. Ready?
FEMA has been caught in the act of sending shiploads of plastic coffins and other corpse-transport devices...
... to Puerto Rico...
... because there's going to be an asteroid impact in the Atlantic Ocean...
... causing an enormous, 200-foot-tall tsunami...
... in order to kill everyone at the October 19 Justin Bieber concert in San Juan.
Well. I certainly can't top that. And I have to state, for the record, that I can understand why the Lord might want to smite Justin Bieber. Destroying Puerto Rico in order to do it sounds like it might be a bit of an overreaction, however. On the other hand, if you read the Old Testament you'll find that this sort of thing happened all the time, with the Lord having a bad morning and smiting the shit out of everyone who happened to be in the vicinity, so I guess there's precedent.
The Lord Works In Mysterious Ways, after all, and if killing everyone in Puerto Rico is his way of dealing with Justin Bieber, then who am I to question it?
So, there you have it. The next prophecy to look forward to. Much more creative than a silly old earthquake, don't you think? And just think! If it's true, we'll never have to hear "As Long As You Love Me" again.
Of course, the same bunch of prophets also called it a "Bowl of Iniquity," which is just funny. It sounds like the breakfast they serve in hell's deli, doesn't it? ("Hey, hon, can I have another Bowl of Iniquity, with some milk and sugar? Thanks.")
But of course, this failure of the Lord to keep his word and smite the hell out of California isn't going to stop the prognosticators of doom from moving on to the next Holy Warning. In fact, a reader told me we already have one that has cleared the starting gate, and it's a doozy. Ready?
FEMA has been caught in the act of sending shiploads of plastic coffins and other corpse-transport devices...
... to Puerto Rico...
... because there's going to be an asteroid impact in the Atlantic Ocean...
... causing an enormous, 200-foot-tall tsunami...
... in order to kill everyone at the October 19 Justin Bieber concert in San Juan.
Well. I certainly can't top that. And I have to state, for the record, that I can understand why the Lord might want to smite Justin Bieber. Destroying Puerto Rico in order to do it sounds like it might be a bit of an overreaction, however. On the other hand, if you read the Old Testament you'll find that this sort of thing happened all the time, with the Lord having a bad morning and smiting the shit out of everyone who happened to be in the vicinity, so I guess there's precedent.
The Lord Works In Mysterious Ways, after all, and if killing everyone in Puerto Rico is his way of dealing with Justin Bieber, then who am I to question it?
So, there you have it. The next prophecy to look forward to. Much more creative than a silly old earthquake, don't you think? And just think! If it's true, we'll never have to hear "As Long As You Love Me" again.
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