The Earth is an orbiting garbage dump. You know all of that stuff we persist in shooting into outer space. Well it turns out that outer space isn't so outer after all and most of it doesn't come back. There is a multitude of crap whizzing around our planet serving no purpose except to act as a hazard to navigation for anybody trying to visit or, for that matter, leave. It has to be said though that being pelted with high velocity garbage is probably about as appropriate a welcome to planet Earth as we could devise. After that the aliens could hardly say they weren't warned.
I think the presence of this orbital garbage is a good thing. Alien invasions are going to be that much harder if the all conquering battlefleet has to steer like a roller coaster just to get into that position beloved of sci fi movies of looming ominously over the planet's major cities. It also sends out a very powerful signal. "If this is what its like in the space around the planet just imagine what you're going to encounter on the surface". Nobody travels several hundred million light years to invade a garbage dump. I personally wouldn't cross the street.
The more I think about it the more I realise that massive levels of pollution and environmental degradation aren't signs of short sighted, greed driven consumerism. Instead they are the result of a subtle, carefully thought out planetary defence strategy to protect us from alien domination. Which makes environmentalists not just irritating but actual traitors. They are fifth columnists of the worst kind plotting to deliver us into the waiting tentacles of their alien paymasters. "Save the trees," these eco-Quislings howl with one eye cocked to the heavens hoping to gain the approval of our new masters.
Extra trees, saved whales, drinking water untainted by arsenic, these are all signs that our time as an independent species ruling our own planet is coming to an end unless we take drastic action. Burn, pollute, destroy and above all keep shooting stuff into space and leaving it there. If we do this future generations can look up at the starless night sky and wheeze a little prayer of thanks to their wiser (and no doubt longer lived) ancestors.
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