Don’t do it, man.

Don’t do it, brother.  It’s not worth it.

I don’t know how much they are paying you, but it should not be enough.  I mean, I understand that everyone has a price; hell people have sold out entire countries for nothing more than the notoriety of having a sammich named after them.  That being said, what you are doing is wrong beyond words and should not be contemplated for any reason not matter how grievous.

I don’t know what it takes for you to become a sympathiser to their cause.  I mean, yes, we are screwing up a lot of things on this planet, and some of that is directly harming them, but the idea that you would put your patriotism and allegiance on the line simply for the case that they give you some kind of misguided importance is beyond the pale.

Did you not have a dad so you are looking for someone to make you feel like you are worth something?  Were you scorned by a lover that left you bitter and upset at the human race?  What was it that made you fall for their empty promises?

Think about it this way: whatever you are being promised, it is not enough.  No matter what they promise you, it will be worthless when the human race is gone and you and the other sympathisers are the only people left.  What will the riches mean when civilization is no more? You think you can go live with them?  They live underwater for god’s sake.  I know that we have mapped like 8 percent of the ocean floor, so they might have entire cities under there, but that does not change the fact that you can not breathe under the water.

They are using you, man.  Can’t you see that?  You think that you are being all special and powerful by allying with them and giving them the things that they want and that you are being ingratiated to them but you are missing something:  They only want you for your thumbs.  They don’t have them, so they need you and the others to do the things that they can’t.  They don’t care about you.

Indeed, those silk-skinned, flipper-beating blowhole-breathers are smarter than us, they have it all figured out and they are pissed, but the only way that they can graduate from entertaining us at Sea World and occasionally way-laying young girls in the carribean is with your help.

Please, please think about this before you continue posting our secrets on your MySpace page.  The last thing we need is for those underwater assholes to know enough to get to us.