OK, so he *is* spamming, but then its nothing dangerous, the site is a Chinese vid site, a bit like liveLeaks (google translated version following): http://translate.google.es/translate...Fid%2F437.html
So what? I was really getting pissed that he was kind of cross-posting through all the threads he had opened just to keep the ball rolling and to promote the link (which he deleted from his last posts, you can only see it still in the quotes: But hey, he learned!) but since my rant he has stopped doing that (he is still transporting the content from the other threads, but now in his own words (and MontyB: Never would I challenge someobody for not speaking perfect English, but in a response to a challenge from him and in expressively dedicated "troll mode" I think this was fair deal).
Back to the thread:
In the 60s I read a lot of SF short stories, and at this time the "alien invasion" was part of quite a lot of them, with interesting twists (well worthwile to read up on e.g. Theodore Sturgeon again). I remember some "invasions" that went wrong (from those stories) under aspects we dont usually nowadays apply when talking about it:
1. One story, had the aliens look for "Mickey Mouse" (as that was the clip they had captured on their planet and determined to be the dominant race on this planet), they completely ignored humans
2. Another one where humans were completely ignored (not completely: They got qalified as "interesting parasites of the dominating species" by the alien scientists) was when the unsuspecting aliens encountered a "dominating species" that did not communicate with them (or only on a very reduced, "honk!" like level) as they had decided cars were the obviously only species that did coherent movements from A to B on this planet and hence had to be the species to make contact with.
3. Another one had the guys watch us first from an orbit, and they decided they would not make contact as "the process of electing Earthsīpresident" seemed too viciously violent to them, even though they thought the "new president", Cassius Clay, would have qualified for contact personally.
4. One where they decided to make contact ended in disaster for them: After Earth scientists had detected and deciphered a radio message that seemed heavily compressed (it was 1000x the speed of normal comms) and hade made contact via response, a meeting on Earth was arranged some years later. But, when the alien fleet (they had IIRC had to leave their planet by emergency and were the last of their species) was at the point of arrival, and the Earth politicians all were waiting at the arranged coordinates, all they got were some reports over radio of how the aliens got attacked by giant monsters and got slaughtered and what Hijos de Puta were the Earthlings for setting up such a trap: They were only 5 mm large, and their space ships had landed close to some cats on a farm who had fun massacring them all...
And so on. In the 70s this changed a bit, when the more "inner" invasions were explored by writers, the before mentioned Theodore Sturgeonsī "Green Monkey" from the "A Touch Of Strange" book being the most memorable I have read in this respect (and, overall, the most impacting short stories collection I have ever read until today, SF or not, nobody could compress ideas into a 5 minutes read at the same time inciting your imagination like he did... its ī50s, though, and maybe not the best example for ppl like Philp K. Dick in the 70s).
I remember there was a political formation in the US arguing that TS was writing about homosexuals when referring to his protagonist and banning him from publishing, but anybody understanding his Hemmingway style and his strictly SF background would have got the gist instantly if not blinded by some ideology, and in the end he got well published in Europe (UK and Germany): Aliens beneath us (and the US citizens mistaking them for gays)!
The best part is when this "all understanding" (but misinterpreting) US guy explains to the protagonist how to survive between men: "My advice to you: Be a man. Not any old man, not mankind, but manhood. To do this you dontīt have to play pro football and grow hair on your chest and seduce every third woman... -snip-... All you have to do is hunt, fish (or talk about it) and go bug eyed when the girls go by. If a sunset impresses you so much you have to express yourself, do it with a grunt and a dirty word. -snip-". To which the protagonist answers: "It seems you hate human beings"...
Luckily today its available on the net (I lost my hard cover copy), so if you feel like reading up on what had me impressed as a teenager (it was not *that* part, precisely, but rather the forearm part), here you go (this is the whole "Touch of Strange", all the rest also well worthwile reading, if not strictly under the invasion respect, sorry, one page seems to be missing): http://books.google.es/books?id=3vst...monkey&f=false
So much for aliens, they are here, with or without forearms.