WEIRDO’S


A Short
Creative Commentary
By
David A. Archer
02/15/1968

08-11-2006

O.K., so I figured it out.

They are weirdo’s.

There. I said it. I figured it out and I said it.

Wiggly, slobbery, weirdo’s.

What’s more, is it is no wonder most women are crazy – or at least seemingly to be without a firm grounding in “reality.”

In addition to various biological oddities and various chemical concerns with imbalance, they naturally are drawn to focus their attentions on wiggly weirdo’s!
When I think about it, it is no small wonder that the human race has managed to survive.

Any predator must see those slobbery, wiggly weirdo’s as nothing more than a warm dinner – and really, from an animals perspective (as I can imagine it), how hard would it be to run down a wiggly, stinky, slobbery weirdo?

Seems like it would be easy pickin’s for most meat eating predators.

Then of course that suggests reasons why humans became so good at grouping- to keep the slobbery, wiggly weirdo’s from getting eaten.

What that really only did was put more of those weirdo’s into a more focused group setting – which I suppose might have been an accidental defense mechanism; All that wiggly weirdo slobbering in one place could then seem rather intimidating to even the most fierce of predatory animals – especially if you add in all of the screaming and yelling during such weirdness…and of course all of the sporadic movement. You then must consider all of the accompanying insanity I spoke of, in just as firm of a grouping, now among and around all of the weirdo’s….somehow relating to – and understanding the weirdo’s, within their own level of psychosis.

Don’t get me wrong.

I don’t mind kids. In fact I get a kick out of them. It is just a simple truth, that they are wiggly, slobbery weirdo’s.

I kind of think that is what they are for really. To be weirdo’s, that is. Wiggly, slobbery, often times dirty, weirdo’s.

You could even say it keeps us in touch with our animal side, in allot of ways.
There’s something else to it, I’ve noticed too.

Something that seems “in contact” with little green aliens or something.
That might scare some people, but if you consider it – it might just be the best thing to have happened to the human race.

What better place to have aliens getting their information and impression of humanity, than from weirdo’s?

Could we be any safer from alien invasion in that line of thought?

They are most definitely weirdo’s! But do me a favor – DON’T TELL THEM. If you do, then you or someone else will have to explain what a weirdo is along with a myriad of other – most likely non-affiliated though somehow connected articles of curiosity. Besides, telling them would actually ruin the fun of having “one on them” so to speak.

And….. if they suddenly stopped being weirdo’s, then the Martians would get us.