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By Smaktakula

Seriously–How Did We Make It This Far?
Natural selection is the process by which external forces eliminate nature’s weaker elements, leaving a more genetically advantageous stock to breed. This phenomenon is experienced throughout the animal kingdom, not only by simple creatures like sea anemones, butterflies and Romanians, but by Homo sapiens as well.

Lisa Ling: In Another Age She Would Have Been Eaten By Wolves As A Child.
In days of yore, individuals with desirable qualities reaped the rewards of society, and had awesome sex with one another. Likewise, the cretinous ticks lining society’s blighted underbelly, afflicted with undesirable qualities like shortness, endured poor and miserable lives, forced to seek their pleasure with other undesirables, or as was frequently the case, with themselves. Throughout the long march of human history, a steady refinement in the species permitted quantum jumps in our development in the 19th, 20th and now 21st Centuries.

“So Tell Me Again What Happens If I Pour This Scalding Hot Liquid Directly Onto My Crotch.”
Humanity made the world its bitch; no river was so vast that we could not dam it, no peak too great to scale, no creature we could not slaughter. Humanity learned and adapted; yesterday’s pernicious scourge became tomorrow’s quaint historical curiosity–just ask smallpox. In humanity’s golden age, those who might in the past have died at birth grew up to live happy, productive lives, free of many of the day-to-day woes of generations past. The species has reached a stage in its development where it strives for comfort, rather than simply to survive. No longer is our survival dependent upon continuously adapting to an ever-changing world; the world must now adapt to us.

There’s Never Been A Better Time To Break In Your Seal-Shaped Surfboard.
However, it is impossible to pick up one end of a stick without also picking up the other, and likewise, humanity’s circumvention of natural selection brings with it attendant consequences. No longer is it the sole domain of the fit to survive; the unfit may also live. More than that, the unfit may thrive. For every Stephen Hawking, whose marvellous brain and groovy voice are a fair trade for efforts in keeping alive a man God clearly intended to die, there are scores of able-bodied half-wits who would have walked in front of a subway train years ago if not for the numerous and strategically placed signs and bright red lines to discourage such action.

Every Box Of Yummy Mort Aux Rats Breakfast Cereal Comes With A Free Rat Carcass!
Given the rapid dilution of quality throughout the civilized world, the globe’s great nations have become sluggish and saturated with nincompoopery. This phenomenon is evidenced in the United States’ predilection for professional “wrestling,” Japan’s love of bizarre porn, and the mere existence of Belgium. Already the slack-jawed halfwits are out-breeding intellectuals by a ratio of 46:1. Having already taken most public-sector jobs, it is only a matter of time before the cataclysmically stupid saturate all areas of the workforce.

A Warning That Exposure To This “Program” Can Lead To The Onset Of Cretinous Boobery Is Too Little, Too Late.
Make no mistake–this societal devolution delights the Evil Ones. The enemies of all that is righteous and good would like nothing better than to see the West expose its soft flank. Al-Qaeda, for instance, has repeatedly demonstrated a nearly superhuman patience; it will be no great thing for such shadowy organizations to lie in wait until the society is too enfeebled to resist an attack.

Heh. ‘Gap.’ Don’t Tell Us It Doesn’t Make You Think…Okay, Maybe It’s Just Us.
The solution is clear. It is paramount that governments not only do away with these society-enfeebling warning labels, but also that they take specific action to reverse the damage that has already been done. Rather than label electronic devices “Unsafe in Water,” manufacturers would serve the public interest by tagging them as bath toys. Zookeepers could do their part by not harassing visitors who wish to pet the Siberian tiger. Our sad march to Moronville will not be stopped until every box of Comet toilet cleanser proudly proclaims ‘Tastes Great On Salad!”

“Guys, I Cannot Stress This Enough: Super-Glue Is NOT For Eating.”
Brilliant = )
Great post, Smak! I liked your style/wit in this one!
Thank you kindly, O Heroine of the ‘Hood.
A very creative means of disposing of the “able-bodied half-wits,” no doubt. But knowing my luck, I’d suffer a brain fart and accidentally pet that tiger, and thereby be extinguished. Then again, I guess that just dumps me back into the half-wit pool, doesn’t it?…
Well, God has a pretty wicked sense of humor, and for whatever reason sometimes pleases Him that the undeserving should live, so there’s always that angle.
Then that’s what I’ll go with.
Perhaps my generation was a little less literal than kids today. I think we also had a few more brains too. We knew better than to try to prove every hair-brained urban legend, but in today’s kids defense, we didn’t have You Tube back then. Why do stupid shit that can kill you if there’s no camera on to record it for posterity?
Remember this little ditty? “Comet…it makes your mouth turn green…Comet….it tastes like gasoline…Comet- it makes you vomit- So try some Comet and vomit today!” (Yes, we actually sang this little tune as kids.) But nobody I knew actually followed the instructions in the song.
I did. I now have no esophagus. 😉
I have no recollection of that awesome tune, and I thought I knew all the school yard ditties–“Great Green Gobs of Greasy, Grimy Gopher-Guts,” “Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory of the Burning of the School,” “Deck The Halls With Marijuana,” “Constipation/Mental Retardation”, “Jingle Bells,” “I’m Looking Over My Dead Dog Rover,” “Joy To The World, The Teachers Are Dead,’ and all the other classics.
I would vote for you for president, Smaktakula.
Thanks, Madame! Let’s just hope the press has grown tired of the “Did you inhale?” question.
Considering our current POTUS, I think questions about drug use are rather irrelevant and passe. He’s proven that just because one may claim to be drug free, that sobriety is no guarantee of ANY kind of leadership ability. Maybe he would do a better job if he broke out the bong. He certainly has performed abysmally so far, so weed couldn’t hurt at this point.
Suffice to say, considering our current POTUS, and the current VP (whose IQ is probably lower than Sheena the Husky’s) Cheech and Chong holding the offices of President and Vice President respectively, would be a drastic improvement.
I don’t think weed should be an issue at all, unless it would be to question- ’cause it’s legal in California anyway- why the hell wouldn’t you inhale? 🙂
’cause it’s legal in California anyway- why the hell wouldn’t you inhale?
I think you know that you’re preaching to the congregation.
It’s not as legal as you’d think, though. Although the State of California has for many years allowed mm, the federal government, citing the commerce clause of the constitution, has been trying to deny California its sovereign rights. It’s legal to open a marijuana dispensary in California, but if you open one in my country, a rogue sheriff will shut you down. That seems to have backfired here, though, because all of our medical marijuana is home-delivered (it’s true that I live in what Oprah deemed “the happiest place in America”).
It’s upsetting to me because, although I joke about it a lot, I don’t consider myself a stoner, and I don’t like the stoner lifestyle. I smoke a lot of weed, but I do use it for medicinal purposes, and most people who meet me and interact with me on a daily basis have NO idea. No kidding.
What do you mean I shouldn’t pet the tiger?
Not ’till your little ones are sixteen at least. They need their mom.
I open my box of Mort Aux Rats from the bottom so I can get the prize straightaway.
Obviously, I am at least a 3/4 wit.
When one is El Guapo, one can get by on 3/4!
This was the bomb diggity, as the kids say. Don’t play with bombs though. Not sure if the bomb has a warning label.
I acquiesce – we do outnumber you. Just live with that, Smak. Bwahahaha!
Aw, you pretend, but you know you’re part of the “Smart Tribe.”
Bravo.. I say let all the stupid people oops themselves out of existence, and bring back some form of not-bigoted eugenics just to smooth the edges.
Told it like it is!
Being a big fan of the Darwin Awards, I would like to be able to trust that the gene pool will naturally chlorinate itself. When the process works, it’s rather entertaining to watch, although I wonder how Jerry has avoided earning his Darwin Award (he’s had a few close calls) considering the dumb shit he does when he’s wasted. Apparently the Lord must love stupid people and/or drunks, because He made so many of them.
Unfortunately the self-chlorinating gene pool principle did not prevent the likes of Britney Spears, Snooki, or Jessica Simpson from procreating. It goes to show that just because you CAN breed, that doesn’t necessarily mean you should.
I always get a kick out of reading the labels on my frozen food, things like “Remove from box before eating.” Really? Someone tried to eat a frozen pizza while it was still in the box?
Or “Do not eat plastic wrapper.” If they would quit flavoring the wrapper with chocolate, I wouldn’t eat it! lol
Someone tried to eat a frozen pizza while it was still in the box?
That’s the only explanation I can think of, unless there’s a special division of hypothetical law where attorneys try to predict (and thus prevent) future lawsuits. Sounds lucratively ridiculous!