Where'd This Come From...

Ok, so I realize I haven't blogged in a hair under a month so I decided to throw you a bone, and a change-up is how I'm throwin' down.

I realized today, on a mission of commerce for nothing in particular that the human civilization is a massive yin and yang. Good and Bad. Intelligent and Stupid. It was at Meijer, looking at some of the people inhabiting the latter categories of the previous comparitive statements that the inherint horrendousness of humanity was summoned to the forefront of my thoughts:

I'm all for Natural Selection but the human race fucking cheated. Seriously though, picture the image of a native american, strong in both body and mind, bow string semi-taught, making his way effortlessy and without sound through the forest in search of his meal. Now, flash to Drunken BumbleFuck Bubba stumbling through the forest with his synthetic deer urine, scent-away deodorant, and a high powered rifle capable of picking off a charging rhino, let alone Bambi's narrow ass. So one scenario where man cheated his way into the gold medal of the ecosystem. Mankind is full of scenarios. We want to get around faster, hence cars that damage the environment and the roads we cleared away nature to build so we could use the cars. Not strong enough to knock down that wall to slaughter some of your own species that doesn't speak like you so they deserve to die? Why not build a seige machine!

I know, there is the whole intelligence was the human race's strong point from the get-go and why not use what we can concieve to aid our "struggle for survival". Because half the time it alienates us from the rest of the survivors! I mean, when was the last time you sat down, and just talked with your friend, your grandpa, or hell just a stranger. The former you use e-mail, telephone, or even that beepy little motherfucker down the hall from my office, the fax machine. The latter, most people DON'T communicate with. Society has set up rules that make it awkward, strange, or taboo to just talk to a stranger. Wonerful thing, knowing that if that had been the case a couple thousand years ago I probably wouldn't be writing this.

I could go on for at least another ten pages on the stupidity of man's ever greater competition with his former self. All just to see how much of an asshole he is socially allowed to be if he ever saw his former self at a reunion down the road because meow he's got ten cool new inventions and has conquered another chunk of rock farther from the sun. But then, just as all of the thoughts about how we're doomed to kill ourselves, and meteors come crash into us, an odd thing happens...

Music. I hear music. And not just music, the King. As B.B.'s tool of spiritual communication wails out a solo that chills me to the marrow, I am awash with the wonders of man. Music, art, poetry, even as simple as thoughts on paper. Or thoughts on a magnetized platter in an unknown-to-me location, like the ones you read now. I mean, how can one species so hell bent on blowing the fuck out of a good portion of it's population stop and take time to make the world slighty better for a second before resuming the journey to oblivion? Why take that breif step up on a down escalator?

Then it occurs to me... Much as Chris Rock has poigbantly outlined the difference between black people and niggas, I believe in a more general speaking, of Humans and FuckTards (for lack of a better derogatory word). Niggas, White Trash, Terrorists, Republicans, they all get to sit in their little circle of FuckTard enemies and try to make the world go away before someone else beats them to it. Humans on the other hand paint, converse, make new friends, play an instrument, hum a tune, or just watch the sky and marvel. So Humans VS. FuckTards is the scenario that plays out now and I am always curious to see who gains ground one day and who blows some up (a gain in their book) the next.

So I could spout some "go vote" bullshit or some "maybe use your turn signal and pick one lane" advice for the FuckTards, but I'm too busy with the Humans to take a step down on the up escalator to deal with those pessimistic bunch of my-way-or-the-highway tight-wad ass-masters. Tell society to make sweet passionate love to itself if you want to do something not on their list. Hell, you might just take the polls up a point for the Humans. Get right with the world.