It's Evolution Baby!
How can humans possibly believe that we have a purpose on Earth? Many of us kill icky spiders, use insectides, and eat meat.
Take the meat industry for example. Some nearly hairless biped hominids domesticated cows, chickens, pigs, etc to their presence and feed them and safe gaurd them from other predators who wish to eat them.....then kill them themselves to eat. How can you raise something, watch it grow, and then slaughter it when the hunger pangs set in? It's sick!
Ah, the dog, mans best friend....and portable meat source in times of need. How many people acutally think of the history of why they have a dog when they set out for a game of fetch or snuggle up in bed with it.
With evolution, whatever creature that is able to become best suited to its niche survives and any who share that niche dies. How many millions of organisms have died since the conception of life so many billions of years ago? Just as we might use insectide to kill an infestation of carpenter ants in our homes, the cosmic justice might send a large flaming rock to kill the infestaton on his (live with it feminists) pretty planet. Our majestic spires of commerce and humanity could be used by furture species as material for their outhouses.
Take for example when we brew beer: we put the ingredients into a bottle and the bacteria consumes the food until they literarily perish from their own excrement. Are we any different? The Earth is our bottle filled with the necessities, will we perish from literarily drowning in our excrement?
Maybe our supposed intelligence will help us avoid diaster, but then these are the same people who blindly follow Jim Jones to their space ship and re-elect George Bush (for that matter elect in the first place). Needless to say I place little stock in humanity's supposed intelligence.
Take the meat industry for example. Some nearly hairless biped hominids domesticated cows, chickens, pigs, etc to their presence and feed them and safe gaurd them from other predators who wish to eat them.....then kill them themselves to eat. How can you raise something, watch it grow, and then slaughter it when the hunger pangs set in? It's sick!
Ah, the dog, mans best friend....and portable meat source in times of need. How many people acutally think of the history of why they have a dog when they set out for a game of fetch or snuggle up in bed with it.
With evolution, whatever creature that is able to become best suited to its niche survives and any who share that niche dies. How many millions of organisms have died since the conception of life so many billions of years ago? Just as we might use insectide to kill an infestation of carpenter ants in our homes, the cosmic justice might send a large flaming rock to kill the infestaton on his (live with it feminists) pretty planet. Our majestic spires of commerce and humanity could be used by furture species as material for their outhouses.
Take for example when we brew beer: we put the ingredients into a bottle and the bacteria consumes the food until they literarily perish from their own excrement. Are we any different? The Earth is our bottle filled with the necessities, will we perish from literarily drowning in our excrement?
Maybe our supposed intelligence will help us avoid diaster, but then these are the same people who blindly follow Jim Jones to their space ship and re-elect George Bush (for that matter elect in the first place). Needless to say I place little stock in humanity's supposed intelligence.
posted by Cynic at
6:50 PM
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