We're the new kids on the block…a giant weedy garden it would seem and due for it's harvest and plowing under for the next crop to begin again…and again…and again. The good ones taken into the house, while the bad crop is burned to ashes and tilled under.
Consider Admiral Byrd's secret diary in context of everything you know from here… these wicked are trying to overthrow the established order and set themselves up as our masters. They will pay dearly for this.