Wednesday, March 10, 2004

Sad people

"That's right, I'm calling for the end of the human race
We're not doing anything worthwhile anyway, so I say we just lay down our weapons of mass destruction, suck back a few margaritas, and let the human race die out peacefully. Let's see what the marmots can do with things for awhile, eh?

Because I've had it with all you mass-producing baby-breeders out there. Don't you realize your baby-making ways cause the rest of us great emotional distress? Do the world a favor. Do me a favor. Just stop. (Except for my sister, because she's taking all the "where are my grandbabies?" flack for the rest of us.)"

You came about from being a baby. If you're so concerned about the existance of the human race, do us a favor and leave. No one's forcing you to be here. You can end it whenever you want and that will be, you anticipate, the end of your distress.

Too much Montaigne and not enough common sense makes people stupid. We are not baby-breaders. We are co-creators with the Lord, and that is an awesome and wonderful responsiblity, not a burden to be gotten rid of. Luckily such points of view get themselves out of the gene pool rather quickly by natural selection, one fo the few parts of Darwin's opus that really do make lots of sense.

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