Where Angels Fear
3 min readAug 15, 2020

I Married ̶M̶y̶ ̶C̶o̶u̶s̶i̶n̶ ̶A̶n̶d̶ ̶N̶o̶w̶ ̶O̶u̶r̶ ̶K̶i̶d̶ ̶I̶s̶ A Smurf

It’s a real shame they ‘cured’ these people.

Firstly, as they don’t appear to have suffered any ill-effects, there was nothing that needed curing — it was just systemic prejudice that decreed that being different was undesirable to the extent that it need ‘curing’ … like ‘curing’ people of homosexuality.

Secondly, they could’ve been a great unifying force: it doesn’t matter what ‘race’ or ethnicity you are … white, black, Asian, whatever … we can put our differences aside for now whilst we go after those degenerate blue freaks on the other side of town — “Hey, Bobby! Get the rope!”

Finally … and I think Aura will agree with me here … they’re kinky; you gotta sleep with at least one, at least once in your life, just to be able to say you have:

“You what!? You f**ked one ‘o them blues? You are one sick (son of a) b*tch!”

Just think what the World could’ve been like today, if they’d been left alone.

We could’ve openly stared at them in the street … without needing to worry about it being politically incorrect.

We could’ve patronised them by treating them like ‘regular’ people … without having to worry about checking our privilege.

We could’ve appropriated their culture (whatever it might’ve turned out to be) … by dying out skins blue and wearing similar clothing/hair/jewellery … without having to worry that we might be causing offence.

We could all have elevated ourselves socially simply by not being blue-skinned ourselves — nor having ‘a splash of blue’ in the family.

And all by virtue of their not being a race or an ethnicity apart, so it not being prejudiced on any of our parts, if we treated them differently just for being different. I mean: white, black, red, yellow they’re different, sure, and they might not be not like you or me but they’re normal at least. But blue — are they even human?

Think how harmonious the World could’ve been today.

Talk Talk — ‘Such A Shame’

Oh, well … what’s done is done — there’s no point crying over spilt milk.

We’ll just have to make do with othering each other for being different in different ways — and it’s not like that hasn’t worked out pretty well so far even without them, is it?

Randy Newman — ‘Short People’
Where Angels Fear
Where Angels Fear

Written by Where Angels Fear

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.

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