The Invasion of
The Brain Snatchers
by Jerry Robbins
I am
spending more and more time sitting with my eyes
closed. My wife constantly says to me
“Open your eyes.” She says this
many more times than, “I love you.” I
guess it’s an aging thing. And maybe so Is
sitting with your eyes closed.
Partly, it is fatigue. Everything tires me
out, even shaving. And that is with
an electric shaver! Also, I have to block
out much that goes on around me. Especially
the TV. The TV is a way of invading the mind and
taking over. So much so that one forgets
how to think.
Sci Fi movies speak of the invasion of the body
snatchers. Well, what about the brain
snatchers? Much more to worry about. They
are all-pervasive. An ad for sex
enhancement can take over the brain in nano-seconds.
It can remove the gray matter leaving the head
hollow. Quicker than you can open a can of
cat food.
Another brain invader - all the hygiene ads.
We can become consumed by ads for toothpaste,
laxatives, hair conditioner. The TV sends
out some kind of beta rays that clasp the head
and suck out all your brains. You don’t
even know this is happening because, of course,
it is your brains.
Political programs want to snatch out our brain.
Because of the divisiveness rampant now little in
the political world is worth considering.
Politics confuses us and makes us unable to think
straight.
A sure sign of brain snatching is you can no
longer figure out what to do with your day.
Should you go to the store, get the car serviced,
or just sit and watch TV?
They ought to invent a brain truss, something you
can wrap around your head to impede the brain
snatchers. Make it up in different colors
according to the mood of your brain at the time,
blue for a sad brain, red for an agitated brain,
black for a sleepy brain. “Oh, dear,
are you having a bad day,” your wife would
say as she spies your blue truss. “No,
as soon as I get these taxes finished I’m
going to change my brain guard. Maybe I’ll
put on red and we can go out dancing.”
But your wife can’t hear you above the noise
of the robot vacuming the living room floor.
“What’s that?” she says.
“You want to go out tramping? Really?
Sometimes I think you need you need to get your
brain fixed.” Exactly!
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