By Daniel Rush
  Jimmy figured since he was half-packed, he might as well take a holiday.  He left Mary at home to care for the child as he and Seamus jetted down to the Canary
Islands.  After a day of fishing off the coast of Tenerife, where they did little more than throw their lines into the water, they sat in a tiki bar on the beach of Santa Cruz.  
Seamus had nodded in agreement most of the day as Jimmy laid his woes onto him.  Seamus did what he was best at for Jimmy, being a friend.  He let him talk,
yell, cry  and moan about his lot before Seamus told him what he would do if he were in his shoes.
  "Jimmy, I had no idea you were under so much pressure.  I figured you were jetting around hobnobbing with the kings and queens while being the world's envy."  
He paused, thinking this might be the right time to start quoting his favorite author, George Bernard Shaw.  Actually, it was his only author.  "You know Jim, there are
two tragedies in life.  One is not to get your heart's desire.  The other is to get it."
  "Yes, Seamus, Shaw also said, "Liberty means responsibility.  That is why most men dread it."
  Seamus tried to change the subject, "I'm tired of these fruity women's drinks.  Hey Missy, dig up some ales for me and my friend."
  After a long pause, Jimmy, who was staring at nothing particular, said, "They're not telling me everything Seamus.  I trusted Cormac for no reason at all.  Who
knows, he may have been making me think what I thought.  I won't be taking him at face value anymore.  We have got to be more wary of what he's saying."
  Seamus thought to himself, "We?"  Then quoting Shaw again, Seamus aspirated, "I'm only a beer teetotaller, not a champagne teetotaller, anyway."
  Jimmy knew by the inflection that he was still the beast of burden.  He had realized he was fooling himself thinking he could escape his celebrity long enough to
disappear.  Even on, what he thought of as, a remote island, he had been recognized numerous times.  There would be nowhere where he could escape.  It was
time to pay the fiddler.  Although that chip on his shoulder might as well have been the Great Pyramid itself.
  Cormac had called the Elders together to discuss the thoughts he had on how to gain greater sway over the humans.  Seated in the bowels of the pyramid, the
Elders had been worried that Cormac might have another haphazard plan. Something that could further endanger the caretaking of man.  Cormac, standing in the
middle of the magnificent room, could not see all of their faces.  They were waiting impatiently for his next injurious move.  They stood in the shadows and averted
eye contact with him, acting annoyed and uninterested.  Cormac was staring at the planetary chandelier as he broke the silence with, "There is dissension amongst
  A goddess, known to man as Dionysus, rose and pointed an accusatory finger at Cormac and said, "You have given the humans too much!  What is next, the cure
for cancer?  The population controls we have put in place is for their own well-being.  They have not at all responded to our overtures.  Instead of trying to bring them
all to our side, could we not just be more selective in our way of eliminating them?  Besides, we have no idea when the Neifilim will arrive."
  Cormac glared at her then approached each in turn with the same look.  "So, is this how all of you feel?  The population controls we have in place are a  farce.  
There are more humans on this planet right now than have died in the millenniums previous!  If holocaustic eradication is what you desire, why do we play these
games!  We are the reason for any of man's woes.  And as she has said, it is not a question of if, but when the Neifilim will arrive.  How will the humans respond
when they realize that our enemies, naysayers and cabalists are perishing in an inordinate fashion?  Paranoia is one of our gifts to them.  Our enemies would grow
exponentially from each death.  Our weapons shall remain disease and war and its inherent randomness of death!  We must gain their trust unheedingly before the
Neifilim's arrival or we might as well flood the planet again!"
  Jimmy returned from his holiday looking relaxed.  He planned to extend it by spending quality time with his little family.
Mary had other plans.  She had a grand ball in the works when Jimmy arrived.  She was reading the guest list to him of dignitaries and debutantes as he stared out
the window.  Peering down to the courtyard at the needy and the infirm pilgrims who waited incessantly for his help, he almost cried.  Mary, sensing his withdrawal
from her words, walked over, kissed him gently on the cheek and patted him on the chest.  "Jimmy, it's not your job to help them.  Cormac knows of their suffering.  
He's the one that should explain to them that your just a messenger, not a savior."
  Jimmy exploded.  "Yes, but their at my door!  My window!  My conscience!  No wonder he insisted on building us a fortress.  He hides in his pyramid and I am
nothing but a barrier to man's ills.  What do I have to offer these misfortunates.  I have no medicine, no miracles, no hope!  I have nothing but an ear, a deaf one at
  Mary spun him around, threw her arms around him and gave him a deep, long kiss.  "In the morning, we'll go tug on that ear," she said.  "But right now I have a
new outfit for you to see."  She winked as she cooed, "It's re-ed."  Jimmy did not need a brick to hit him.  He swooped her up in his arms, rubbed his nose on hers
and spirited her away to the boudoir.  He kissed her with a passion that she had thought he had lost.  Mary was so surprised with this sudden swing of his emotion
that she tried to slow him down.  "Jimmy, let me put the teddy on!"  She pleaded.  All the while her clothes were disappearing into a heap on the floor.  She playfully
began wrestling him as he seemed to begin growing arms.  As he was tearing at her last stitch of clothing, Mary grabbed him by the face with her hands and found
that he had tears rolling down it.  She looked into his eyes and found a terrified boy.  He burst into moans, crumpled and wept.  He cried into her breast until
sleep.  It would be hours till Mary did.
  With the hurt of what Cormac had revealed to him still rattling around in his head, Jimmy had to be dragged to the pyramid by Mary.  She managed to corner
Cormac when the others were not around.  Jimmy was feeling standoffish towards Cormac but looked sheepish to Cormac.  "Cormac, we have grave concerns with
what is expected of us," Mary started.  "Are we to endure those tragic people the rest of lives when we can do nothing for them?  The guilt we feel is like sitting in the
water at the beach.  It's always there and comes in waves. Cormac, we are forever grateful for what you have done for us.  Our child will not be a pauper and that is
more than we dreamed.  We thought you would need us more than being gatekeepers.  Is there something we can do to help you help them?"
  Cormac looking past Mary to Jimmy inquired, "James, how can I help?" Jimmy stepped towards him and venomed, "So it's as simple as all that, is it?  I'll tell you
what you can do, cure those people, mend their pains, save their souls, that's how you can help!"
  Cormac responded in his usual soothing tone.  "If it were with that much ease I would.  I am not Jesus Christ.  The elixirs to all their wounds are within man's
grasp.  Man's politics or capital distribution tactics are the real evils to those who are suffering.  Your job as spokesperson, for which you are richly rewarded, is to
make mankind understand that they can reach no higher if they are weighted down.  Or to put it another way, the ladder of ascension only has so many rungs and you
will never reach the next rung unless you can use the bottom one."
  "Pfft", Jimmy let out while shaking his head.  "You're really good at those parables, you should write a book.  What am I supposed to do?  Go on the telly and give
sermons.  In case you don't know yet, mankind is no longer in the stone age.  We have cable TV and everything now.  We have charlatans giving the same bull 24
hours a day on it.  And the despair  keeps waxing our way down a spiral."
  Mary interrupted.  "Cormac, Jimmy's right. Our mere words are not going to change the world or those poor people's lives.  There are relief organizations that do all
that man can do for those poor wretches.  If you could just come out and speak to them yourself."
  "Speak to them myself?"  Cormac asked quizzically.  "The hundreds would turn to thousands the next day.  You will do what I tell you.  Your begging legions will
tire, give up hope, and leave.  You have had your holiday, tomorrow you will arrange an international television show that will be my voice speaking through you.  And,
by the way, the book is a brilliant idea.  We shall saturate the market with beliefs to lead all of your lost sheep.  Now, go and no longer vex me with your mundane
  Jimmy was once again irate.  He grabbed Mary by the arm and stomped out of the pyramid cursing under his breath.
  Over the next couple of weeks, Cormac's plan was in full swing.  A Harvard professor of English was brought in to take down the principles and ideals of Alien
morality.  James had swallowed his fate and pride enough to get the "Alien Network" launched in prime time.  Advertisers were lining up with Super Bowl budgets for
the weekly show.  Foremost of all though the aliens were amassing more proof of their pre-historical visits to Earth.  They held press conferences all over the world
showing among other things: how the great platform at Baalbek had been constructed using their tractor beams to move hundred ton blocks from miles away while
man still has no devisement to even budge them.  They removed the remaining sand around the Great Sphinx to reveal an immense warehouse still full of shems
(rocketships) spoken about in the Hebrew Bible.  They brought up artifacts from the Dead Sea that they claimed were the remnants of Sodom and Gomorrah.  Once
again, though, their efforts were being thwarted by N.O.G. and the established religions by the questions they raised.  "How could the whole universe be created in
seven days?  Why was there no mention of dinosaurs in the Bible when their existence is irrefutable?  How could Adam, Moses and others live to hundreds of years
of age?  What theory is correct, Evolutionism or Creationism?"
  Cormac was growing weary of the simple-mindedness of these humans.  On the premiere of his television show he addressed these questions along with even
more inane questions such as: "Is life fate or freewill?"  "The universe was not created in seven twenty-four hour periods, time is relative.  One day to me is 3,600 of
your years.  A day to the Creator may be millions of years.  The dinosaurs roamed the Earth millions of years ago, what effect could they have on the human
condition?  The Bible is a history of that condition, therefore, they are of no consequence.  Adam, Moses, et al lived long periods of time in relation to your lives simply
because they were closer to our seed.  With the watering down of that seed,  or in other words, the mating with other humans, caused you to work your way back to
the life expectancy of the apes we bred ourselves with to create you.  Evolution created the ape-like creatures you were, then you were created by us to what you are
now.  As for fate or freewill, only the creator would know.  We have shown you vast amounts of scientific proof of our claims.  You, at this point, believe us or not.  
We can no longer waste valuable time debating the past, the future is all that matters now.  Join with us now and we will conquer the ills of your planet.  The
resistance you place at our feet is forcing us to look upon other options.  It will be you, this whole world who will lose what we have to offer."
  The television faded to black followed by a shoe commercial.
  People started asking themselves right away, "Was he kidding?"  The world started to wonder if they could go back to living the way it was before the Aliens
arrived.  Although, the common man's life had not really changed much with the aliens arrival, the thoughts of them leaving seemed bleak indeed.  Even if they had
been lying at least they had answers.  That was more than the theologians and scientists had to offer.  It was painfully obvious that theorists of the past had mainly
been guessing.  The people of the Earth began to petition their governments to appease the Aliens.  Demonstrations took place in every large city on Earth.  Paris,
London, New York, Shanghai, even Beijing, were flooded by people calling for Cormac.  The new messiah had been crowned.
  Cormac called a meeting with the other Elders.  In the bowels of the grand pyramid, the dissension had been quelled as the Elders saw Cormac's plan had come
to fruition.  The will of the common human was cast upon its leaders.  Religions of every faith saw their flocks dwindle.  Statesmen and Kings came to the Aliens
pledging acquiescence.  And the outside pressures sent most of the Not Our Gods leaders into hiding.  Russell G. Connolly had left his beloved Ireland to the
forgotten land of Cuba.  But all was not well.  There had been reports that the Neifilim, or Watchers, had made their move.  There had been a landing in the Western
Hemisphere.  It was thought that they had to be aligning themselves with a country to begin a disinformation campaign against the Anunnaki.  Cormac spoke in a
thunderous tone as he outlined what had to be done.  "We must find their location before they make themselves known globally.  If we can rein in their sphere of
influence we can squelch their ability to disseminate their propaganda.  This must be done before they can make headlines.  With the power we hold sway, we can
destroy, if we must, their location and tell the humans it was necessary for epidemical reasons.  They must have a plan in place, otherwise they would not have made
a covert landing.  They do not have the benevolent appearance of us which will be to our advantage.  The humans will be able to fathom the consequences of our
actions if the Neifilim have ample time to explain our...deeds.  We must strike first.  It must be complete, swift and with no loose ends, so we will not have to deal
with replacements later.  Send out the agents and find them now!"
  It seemed as if Cormac was right.  American intelligence had revealed that there seemed to be an inordinate amount of activity on the small island of Cuba.  No
one was quite sure what to make of it, but Guantanamo Bay was on high alert.  It was if an infusion of cash was unleashed in Havana and public works projects were
taking place all over.  Refugees were trying to leave in smaller and smaller numbers.  The newspapers in Miami began asking questions only to find that no news
was leaving the island.  Canadian tourists were being turned away while the ones on the island were having their visas revoked and sent home.  The rumors were
of an impending junta as the exile community took a wait and see attitude.  Cormac was quick to act.  He pledged to visit the small country and nip in the bud any
action that might jeopardize it's people.  He knew full well what he was to find there.  So before the Neifilim could launch any kind of  campaign against his power
he would try to reason with them.  If he could not persuade them to return to their perch in the sky then his epidemic stratagem would become necessity.