Put on your tinfoil hat and indulge me. What if Rocky Horror’s fish-net stockinged, boa-constricted Dr Frank-N-Furter really was an alien? What if he was right with his tear-streaked face floating in the pool telling me: “Give yourself over to absolute pleasure. Swim the warm waters of sin…” What if he really, really preferred my world to whatever universe they banished him from? ALSO READ: We’re all just human beings fighting the same battles My tinfoil comes from a man who glibly talks “aliens” as a matter of fact: Dr Steven Greer. Now lift your hat and hear me clearly: he was just a doctor working in a trauma unit. Blood on the floor is what he knows – and apparently bloody aliens. But the doctor is hard to dismiss: he surrounded himself with US army, navy and air force general-hyphen “whistle-blowers” on UFO sightings that his government kept top secret. Not that I’m a disbeliever: my friend told me how she, as a 10 year old, watched a “big thing with lights that moved but I can’t explain how, as far as your streetlight is from us” – 12 kids playing on the stoep all saw it – but the…
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