Anarky

Just imagine turning over the running of a maximum security prison to the inmates. Or the running of a day care to the children. Or the running of a hospital to administrators. (Whoops, sorry, I think I made a "msitake" on the last one).

Basic lesson here is: human beings are not equipped to run a planet. Not mentally, not physically, not ideologically, not biologically, not nothingly.

We're pathetically understaffed by actual people with brains. One of my daily, almost hourly, (recently almost by the minute) refrains are "Just how dumb can you be? Yes, you, the asshole wandering around with your shopping cart blocking 24 people from passing through while you research every flavor of Wheetabix?"

Well, turns out, much like the theme to Dragnet: "Dumb, de-dumb-dumb-dumb."

It is an incredible miracle that we're here at all, despite all the pronouncements of the resourcefulness, intelligence and sheer willpower of human beings. Hey dudes, for every Einstein, there are sixty billion Homers (nah, not the Greek one) throughout history. For every courageous Holocaust survivor, there are a million who saw fit to kill them.

I watched a show the other day that tried to predict the world 250 million years from now, around the time that true life began on earth, if you look in reverse.

Guess what? We're nowhere in sight. We died 249.999 million years before that.

Oh, I'm sure God will be chugging along, trying to win new converts from other galaxies, but we'll be ashes to ashes, dust to dust. God will be busy planning new Holocausts.

Frankly, I couldn't give a flying fuck what happens to humans -- the sooner the demise the better -- as long as my son sees his peaceful dying day of old age and too many wines drunk with his family and friends.

Otherwise, humanity will become a welcome stain bleached clean by history. And I'll be in Hell, which was always my first choice anyway.