Yet another reason not to shit the bed? Did I need another? Well apparently some do...how else to explain the rise of the intellectual reprobates vying to run the government store. These stooges aren't just products of a twisted, sick environment...they intend to shape, create and muck up that environment with their load of misanthropic rubbish. And a lot of people want them to do it. The mental gymnastics required to believe in...what?...what does this army of simple folk believe in? Let the uninsured die in the streets, arm every man woman and child to protect us against marauding packs of vicious coyotes and their frightening mutant cousins the coydogs, the homosexuals must be stopped from taking over and establishing a gayocracy, everyone who speaks with an accent needs to show some documentation...NOW, only poor people should pay taxes because they are the only ones living off the guvmint teat, no more teats for poor people, Michelle Bachmann is god's miracle cure to what ails us, and the clincher...magic underwear, yes my friends the future President of all of us could be the one in a pair of miraculous, super soft, crotch hugging magic underwear designed to protect him against evil, temptation and chafing. I could go on but I might spontaneously combust. Talk about soiling your sheets...christ on a bike! This is why I swore I would not do politics in this blog. I broke that vow and am getting what I deserve...a new ulcer, a throbbing vein in my neck and the sickening fear that armageddon is at hand.
The opening quote also brings to mind another bowel twisting subject...global warming. We are manufacturing an environment alright, one that will snuff us out. At least then the rest of the planet can get on with its business. And it will be business as usual for the natural forces 'cause that's the way they operate. Do we really want to be just another dead branch on Darwin's tree? Mass extinctions, deserts, droughts and relentless rain...it won't be pretty and we will be gone. And by the way, the venal candidates and their screeching pitchfork wielding mob think it's all a put up job by cunning socialist politicians and their evil scientist lackeys. Take my advice, stock up on the magic underwear.
But really, I'm an optimistic sort at heart and that is why I like the quote from our biologist guru, Richard Lewontin. He is urging a rethink of the question: nature or nurture? We know it's not an either - or equation. Nor is it x% nature plus x% nurture = organism. The dynamic is an interaction, a symbiotic relationship that erases the space between nature and nurture. So why the optimism? Because this idea led to a thought about the nature of relationship, about erasing the space in between. Sometimes it seems that humans are so polarized that up, down, left, right lose their meaning. We are like 7 billion tiny magnets spinning in space pulling and pushing each other in every direction at once. But if you see it as magnetic attraction, it becomes a beautiful thing. Every person, every particle in the universe interacting, creating, filling space...tiny magnets in a whirling, churning ballet of orbits.
That's all I have for now.