I’m not a witch. I’m nothing you’ve heard. I’m a space alien. I’m you!
None of us are perfect, but none of us can be happy with what we see all around us: Supernova, black holes, nebulas, and gamma ray bursts gone out of control.
I’ll go to Washington, and I’ll do what you’d do: Feast upon the warm flesh of the galactic infidels that dare to call themselves members of the U.S. Congress. I’m Christine Alpha O’Dongmak, and I approve this message. I’m you!