Space Aliens Have Taken Over My Town

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This won’t be easy to explain, but I’m going to try.

In a movie I was watching last night, a character had occasion to pass by his local American Legion hall. That reminded me that my town’s American Legion hall, with its front yard adorned with real howitzers carefully modified so as not to shoot, is no more. Gone. Vanished. Torn down, paved over, not a trace of it left.

It has joined our Italian-American Club, our woodland, our spring of cool, pure, delicious water, our local farms, our Dairy Queen, and so much else, more than I can bear to list, in oblivion.

Now, you can’t just take away all these amenities from a small town without turning it into some kind of gulag. All the buildings that have replaced the real places are tall, featureless cubes.

This is why I think the powers that be in my home town are from another world. Because they can only imitate human life without having any feeling for it. That’s why the yards are so small on all the new houses, and no one ever comes outdoors.

To replace what they’ve torn down and paved over, our reigning space aliens plug in things and events they think ought to be part of small-town life, periodically blocking off Main Street so they can have a Classic Car Night or a Winter Solstice Festival or some other kind of celebration of something that you never heard of. These would be all right, I suppose, if they had grown here over time. But these are just plugged in. It’s not the same as a farm whose owners, once upon a time,  fought in our War for Independence. It doesn’t make up for the little field of wild tulips they’ve destroyed.

So overnight these artsy Special Events spring up out of nowhere, because entities from Mars or Diomega Orionis IV think this is what a small town in America ought to look like.

At best they mean well, and are trying to install homey touches to replace what they’ve bulldozed away. At worst it’s entertainment for them. They watch us and go tee-hee.

Those old places were real; they belonged here.

The new ones aren’t, and don’t.

11 comments on “Space Aliens Have Taken Over My Town

  1. That is a shame; having the home town changed so drastically. I wonder what my old home town is like now.

  2. Things may be even worse than you think, Lee, but in a different way. It could be that there weren’t enough vets left in your town who belonged to the American Legion and/or who were interested in sustaining the post. There may not have been enough Italian-Americans left who identified with their heritage enough to sustain the Club. There may not have been enough young people on the farms who wanted to continue as farmers. And so on and so forth. But the town had to sustain itself somehow. So it built for people who wanted to buy, and began “events” to draw tourists as much as locals — maybe even more tourists than locals, who were a thinning-out population. In other words, the problem may not be an invasion of space aliens but a disappearance of a culture from within.

    This occurred to me partly because of the “cozy” mysteries I keep almost-reading — “almost” because I can’t finish most of them since they’re so poorly written and have such implausible characters and situations. In too many of them, the heroine has opened a business in a small town, a business that would really be impossible to sustain among the small local population (e.g., gift boutique, specialty book store, cupcake bakery, clock or button shop, etc.). In some of these books, it’s acknowledged that most of the heroine’s business is online, but in most, somehow the small population seems to have an insatiable appetite for cupcakes or mystery novels or tchatchkes of one kind or another, or else the store is part of a whole line of stores that depend on tourist trade. Oddly enough, though, many of the towns are situated off the beaten track, and in climates where it’s highly doubtful that busloads — or maybe snowmobile-loads — of tourists would come swarming in to buy at the stores. What these towns do in the off-season is never addressed, unless they stage hokey “events” like the ones you describe, and even then I can’t imagine why swarms of people would bother.

    But the towns are trying to survive in their own way. And if the local population is dying off, they have to bring in new populations … which means … development. It’s sad, but it’s not just about alien invaders.

    1. There’s absolutely nothing here to attract tourists. And our population keeps growing, although I’m dashed if I know why. We have noise, impenetrable traffic, high taxes, and a lot of buildings that are hard on the eyes. We do have a lot of trendy shops that don’t stay in business very long.

      I think they’re jamming people into this town to make it a power base for Democrats.

  3. When I substitute in the high schools and the lesson plan ends early so the class has free time, it turns deafly silence as everyone zeroes in on their phones. When I was in high school and we had free time the room exploded in conversations and laughter. I think they call this a generation gap, but maybe today it should be called more of a generation grand canyon.

  4. The continued construction of soulless buildings seems to only accelerate in pace. I hope these are the Last Days. I shudder to think of how this world would be in another 50 years.

  5. Paul Joseph Watson has done quiet a few videos about post-modern buildings being so bland and downright ugly. Their functional but that’s about it, there’s nothing aesthetically pleasing about them. This also was a common trait among soviet designs. There seems to be a literal shift in thinking that they have that kills creativity. It’s more than apparent to me that the West is in rapid decline and that is displayed in our entertainment, architecture, art, etc.

    1. “It’s more than apparent to me that the West is in rapid decline and that is displayed in our entertainment, architecture, art, etc.”

      Last Days or not, we are in the death throes of Western Civilization. I hope it outlasts me, but I’m not holding my breath.

    2. There’s a reason why everybody and his brother and sister in science fiction is cranking out dystopian novels.

      Nevertheless Christ shall reign.

    3. Some of it looks like the most unaesthetic parts of Ulan Bator. That’s where they sent the architects who weren’t good enough for the Soviet Union.

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