I'm here, if you think you're hard enough, "Come on, aliens, abduct me AND be brave enough to let me a) take pictures of our meeting and b) report my findings on this blog."
"Are ya man enough, aliens?"
Or maybe they're not PUSSIES in the classical sense of having no balls or being spineless space junk, maybe they understand that my role here on this planet is to promote, "Good food, water and shelter. An end to prisons, zoos, factories of corporate death. A CUSTODIAN race willing and physically/mentally able to protect our delicate homeworld from the greed of the fake-RISK game this daft planet is running in the name of Commerce and Patent."
Maybe they know it's POINTLESS trying to abduct me; only the really greedy will be taken up from our planet on THE DAY ALL SHIT HITS THE FAN and the rest of us will remain on our atheist world, allowed to get on with our lives of Creativity, Passion and Kinship - nurturing our wonderful Free Planet. Maybe I'm (somehow) immune to such effrontery.
So, what I'm gonna do is RE-ITERATE this 2012 Challenge, in a 2013 Yoda-voice, "Pussies aliens are if abducted tonight I am not. Mm?" in fact, if you don't abduct me, I'm going to use your star-travel machine to come visit you, again. Tonight. Be prepared, lovers, I'm comin' for ya. Five extra astral starjumps and I'll be there.
In fact, jump in before I'm asleep - do me right now, as I type.