We are monkeys. Our actions speak for themselves / ourselves.
If you take offense at the comment, unwilling to be characterized and represented by the most atavistic in us (and among us), deeming the above a gross and inaccurate generalization, here’s a fact:
We are ruled by monkeys. Across the board, monkeys everywhere, in all the high places.
That either makes us monkeys, or it makes us creatures over whom monkeys rule (I don’t know what’s worse).
After the fact, of course, comes the echo of inconvenient truth: total and convenient silence, or cries of indignation and outrage at the insulting syllogism.
And here we go again, shooting — or sideswiping — the damn messengers like we’ve always done, since day one, pretending we didn’t see anything, posturing our way into professed nobility, if not self-proclaimed (and utter nonsense) divinity.
Monkeys with garb, a ritual fetish, and a knowledge of politics, economics, and ballistics.
And language. We love to dress our actions in fancy words, which we disseminate around the globe because we’re also masters of mass communication and information exchange.
Pity we can’t seem to exchange wisdom between ourselves, sticking mainly to the subjects of ‘Shut up — no, you shut up!’ — ‘My rights are more important than yours! — ‘Peace at all costs, including war!’ — and so on and so forth, all the way back to our basest instincts.
We’re either monkeys, or have allowed the monkeys to run amok.
Anyone who’s had a monkey escape the cage (I have, many years ago) knows it’s terribly hard to put it back inside.
What’s a monkey doing inside a cage, you ask? Good question. It shouldn’t be there, unless it’s somehow found a way into your home, trashed the place, and is for some reason telling you how the fuck to live your life. A cage is the least you can do.
The monkey I was chasing after was actually a casualty of human vanity — an exotic pet that should not have been turned into a commodity. Long story for another time.
But the monkeys I’m talking about — well, they’re victims of human vanity, too, but the difference is they’re responsible for the pathetic nature of the world we live in. Under their thumb (our thumb? we elect them — support them — champion them) the world remains stuck in demi-Darwin mode, not truly evolving, still screaming and grinning, showing teeth, swinging dicks around, unable to communicate and cooperate, training the little ones to mimic and compound our shortcomings, fighting over dominion of the forest even as we chomp it down with our upgraded molars.
Because we’re not just monkeys. We’re rabid omnivores with high technology and the power to rationalize even the most base course of action, all in the name of overinflated egos, limbic pride, and ideas running amok.
And then you wonder why history keeps repeating itself.
Some, of course, would point out that we’re far worse than monkeys (poor things just ape around, being silly) whereas we, some point out correctly, are, in fact, human.
Far more dangerous.
It’s an unpopular fact that no one likes to acknowledge — because if they did, they wouldn’t speak of the humane thing to do, or the glories of humanity. They would be rushing to grow out of this catastrophic state of existence — our human shell, this once glorious evolutionary model now overflowing with rabies — and become something more becoming and respectful of the unique planet we live on.
Something beyond humanity.
From your unmitigatedly forward-thinking Spin Doctor, with a touch of EON,
Eyes open, mind sharp.
And watch this space for more.
and on and on …