Humans are jerks

Well. As I think we've established throughout my various "anti human" posts I believe I've established that I think that, overall, humans are jerks. In Canada people wanted rememberance day moved so they could have a long weekend. Kind of defeating the purpose. Throughout history, the cases human stupidity and overall disrespect towards other humans and nature are without count. Why did world war I start? Because some group of people were being a jerk to another. Same thing happened with world war II and the war of the roses and the american civil war and ... need I go on? My point being that people don't seem to get it. We are not the center of the universe. Get over yourselves. There's more to life than TV, money and "I control everything". What you need to do is get outside and live it. Why do I always end with some form of analogy about humans are bad and that we should respect nature or something like that?

Well its almost christmas ... again. And now i'm here to denounce the whole intent and purpose. Christmas is a christian holiday, celebrating the birth of the baby Jesus. News Flash! Jesus was not born on the 25th of december! In reality the celebration on the 25th of december is actualy a pagan holiday celebrating the fact that "spring is coming". Yes! Christianity didn't get there first. The 22nd of december is the shortest day of the year. The pagans (which, by the way, were those guys with druids and stuff who worshiped the gods Odin and Thor and such) waited three days after the shortest day of the year, as the days slowly got longer, to confirm that the gods weren't angry and that spring was coming, then they had a huge festival on the 25th. Offly convinient that when christianity came around, one of the first religions it tried to convert was paganism. One of the comun theories is that the christians put the christmas celebration on the 25th to tick off the pagans and to make those who had converted more comfortable in their new beliefs. So once again, a display of how humans, however "well intentioned" (which the christians weren't! How many times has it been the "nice" person who tried to destroy another religion? Ok, i'm not a nice person, fine, i'm just stating the facts) are overall jerks. Try to live by a good standard and stick to it. Don't compromise. You'll do fine. Wow! Yet another analogy! I've realy got to stop doing that!

Medicine is killing evolution

The theory of evolution works around the principle of natural selection, the death of weaker species and the survival of stronger ones. Basically if you had two types of rabbit, one has very long hair and the other has short hair. They live in a cold climate where long hair is a good thing so that the animal stays warm. If both species of rabbit start with the same number of members then in a few generations the long haired rabbits will outnumber the shorthaired ones thanks to their long haired trait. They were the stronger species for that climate, fewer of their members died and more were able to reproduce so the longhaired ones will eventually dominate so much that the shorthaired rabbits will go extinct. The stronger species lives and that is natures way of having the evolutionary chain go up instead of down.

Humans defy all of this. How? Modern medicine. For the theory of evolution to work weaker links in the species have to die out. In humans, the weaker ones aren’t dying out because we are healing them with our modern medicine. The weaker links survive and the species does not get stronger, in fact, this has been going on for a while so that our species is going backwards indirectly, the weaker links survive to pass on their weaknesses to the next generation so as a whole we are impacting our gene pool and our species for the worst.

I’m not saying that I’m against saving peoples lives with medicine. What I am saying is that one of the reasons for overpopulation and “humans destroying everything around them to expand” is because our species isn’t dying naturally. Everything in nature has a balance. Grass grows, moose eat grass, wolves eat moose. When there is less grass there are fewer dear and there are fewer wolves giving the grass a chance to grow up again. When the dear are in abundance so are the wolves who hunt them. When the wolves nock the species numbers down again the wolves go down as well, thus giving the dear a chance to start again. You can do this example for just about any food chain on earth, there is a balance. Humans defy that balance. By not dying when we would from diseases or injuries, our species does not lose members and stay the same size over time, it grows. And continues to grow even now.

We are defying natures way of making things equal and thus defying evolution itself. Why should I care? Because! Because! Because! Because! Because! Because I said so! Also, because the species is getting weaker and more reliant on medication as we go on. We are using to many medications. You want to know where are of these super resistant super germs come from? Us! Us when we are using medication so often that it gives them a chance to adapt. Other species are advancing slowly. We just hit the reverse button and wonder why we’re going backwards.

Missing links

Ok. I've been straying from the original purpose of my blog for the past little while. So now back to science.

Missing links are yet another, possibly one of the best, proofs of the theory of evolution. Have you ever herd of any animals or fossilized discoveries that don't make any sense. Chances are that if you did you didn't listen to the whole story because generaly those animals that have little things like stubby useless arms or a disapearing tail are generaly understood to be missing links. One of the generations between one species evolving into another.

Examples! Examples! Their always necessary if you're going to prove a point in just about anything. In the age of the dinosaurs (triassic, jurassic, cretaceous periods) there was a group of animals that scientists have named "Mammel like Reptiles". These little guys were simply reptiles with mammel like characteristics examples being warm blooded amoung other things. This was before and during the evolution of real mammels so these are the unknown "animal in between"! These mammel like reptiles are actualy closely linked to the genetic history of all mammels. Yes. You evolved from an ape which evolved from some form of four legged mammel which in it's turn evolved from another smaller mammel which evolved from a mammel like reptile which evolved from an actual reptile which in its own turn evolved from, believe it or not, an amphibien and... need I go on?

My point being, go back far enough and the genetic tree shrinks and shrinks and everything it is closer and closer related. Archaeopteryx is a brilliant example that most of you none nerds can probably comprehend. It is a commun assumption that birds evolved from dinosaurs (i'm not saying i'm against this assumption i'm saying it's just an assumption) more specificly, the raptor family. This is one of the reasons why birds of pray are called "raptors". Anyway, archaeopteryx is a reptile, clearly distinguished as one, HOWEVER, it has feathers. Scientists believe that the arms, not wings, of archaeopteryx were not strong enough to fly but instead strong enough to glide from tree to tree like a reptilian flying squirel. This is almost exactly at the halfway point between dinosaur/raptor and bird. If I need further proof please tell me.

Face it. We evolved from those poo flinging monkeys you see in jungle films. Well not actualy. We evolved from a specific string of apes called the Homo family. So content yourself with the knoledge that we weren't as stupid as those howler monkeys that fling poo at tourists. Remember, APES not monkeys!

Discovered

This might be the first chapter of a story i'm writing called The Trialgulon Formula. I still reserve the right to edit this. Hope you enjoy!

Discovered

It was cold on the planet, and grey. Grey everywhere like a suffocating blanket wrapped around everything, from the sky, to the water, to the very ground he was walking on. He couldn’t tell what anything was. Everything was so different from his home. The lieutenant shuddered and looked down and started walking again.
He twitched a few times in a pointless attempt to get his space suit back in a comfortable order. “This space suit is so annoying! But I guess it’s keeping me alive.” He reminded himself. “The air here is loaded with toxins from the vile creatures who live here. Who used to live here. The planet is lifeless.” Lieutenant Tork sighed and forced himself to focus. He was on a mission. He was one of the few who had been sent down to try to explore the planet. Also to salvage any usable technology they found.
What he had found surprised him. Since the planet was barren and lifeless, the group had been given permission to test the technology they found in case it was dangerous. Nothing he had found was not. Every time he pressed a button or flipped a switch he found it resulted in a fiery beam of energy or an explosion. He couldn’t understand it. Could these beasts think of nothing but war?
Lieutenant Tork was now carrying quite a few dangerous inventions. He decided he’d check around the next corner, then leave. He rounded the corner and gasped. There in front of him stood what looked like a huge cylindrical mountain, like the rest, with what looked like ship engines stuck onto the bottom.
“This must have been their transports! They’re everywhere!” he thought, only just now realizing that they all had engines, bright, gleaming silver among the gray. He began walking towards one. It was huge, much bigger up close than at a distance. “This could transport hundreds, thousands even!” He thought to himself with admiration. His hand brushed what he had thought to be a table and all of a sudden it was glowing with a gentle, blue pulse. He dusted it off and jumped back. He spoke into his communicator urgently, instinct to report his discovery had taken over. “Commander, come to these coordinates immediately! We have a problem!”
“Well? What’s the big rush Tork?!” Demanded the commander in his usual fiery, black mood. He had arrived in what seemed like no time at all with the entire group of soldiers sent down to the alien planet gathered around him.
“Well sir. I found something that no one is going to like” Said the lieutenant in a voice much calmer than he felt. He brushed the table like he had done the first time and stepped back to reveal a floating control panel of light. The thing he had thought to a transport had a huge explosive device at its tip. He understood very little else in the computer but he had learned a few things such as the fact it was called a “devastator”, whatever that meant, and the target. The second one scared him out of his wits. It was aiming for his home planet.
The translation device that Lieutenant Tork had hooked into the computer could translate almost anything. It could, for example, translate the basics… like numbers… counting down… a steady rhythm… the numbers dropping steadily from 259. It could also translate words… including “launch sequence” and “target locked”.
The commander yelled. “Everyone! Evacuate!” As everyone dashed to do as they were told he approached the lieutenant. “Also, Lieutenant Tork, plant an explosive on that thing. Permission to open wings granted. Destroy it.” He said in a calm voice, only quivering slightly.
“Sir?!” Said Lieutenant Tork, stunned. “That thing is powerful enough inside to destroy a planet!”
“And there are hundreds more of them!” yelled the commander. “We have three minutes before the end of the world! If it’s our world or theirs is up to you!”
Lieutenant Tork didn’t ask anymore questions. He jumped up, took an explosive and stretched out his wings. It felt good to have them out again instead of cramped up inside his space suit. He took a running leap and took off. He flew directly to the tip of the thing and carefully set the explosive’s timer. Now there were two sets of numbers counting down. Both of which were equally deadly. He flew back to the transport at break neck speed.
There was a general hush as Lieutenant Tork landed inside the transport just before the doors closed and the ship took off. They all knew what he had done. Not only had he discovered the deadly thing but he had risked his own life to get rid of it.
A few moments after the transport had safely cleared the atmosphere there was a glowing light on the planet followed by hundreds more and then the planet itself simply shattered. The lieutenant sighed and turned away from the window. “Those creatures were vile and arrogant and I guess that’s what killed them. Those humans must have been disgusting.” He took one last look at the floating debris of the grey, lifeless planet. “Goodbye Earth.”

New story!

So yeah...I've decided to write a story about aliens! More info will follow but for now I'm calling it The Trialgulon Formula. Yeah, i'm gonna blow up the earth! Those of you who read regularly can probably why I want to do that. All ideas and suggestions are welcome. I is your master!

Everyone loves conquest!

Wow I haven't posted in a while! Any way I will be discussing the topic of "how to be famous" Seriously. We invest to much time in celebrity aproval/disaproval. Most kids these days know more about what Britney Spears did yesterday than what was for homework. I'm not saying I like homework but there are more important things in life than sitting in front of the TV waiting for an anouncement of your favorite celebrity to come on. In my personal opinion you should need to do something in order to become famous. See, in case you haven't noticed yet from reading my other posts I almost always get a reference to the past was better than the present in there somewhere. Back to the title, everyone loves conquest, there are reasons why certain people in history are famous and not all of them are good. Julius Ceaser is famous for his great general ship and conquest for the roman empire. Napoleon was famouse for his conquest throughout europe, nobody could stop him. Hitler was evil, most people remember him because of it. These people accomplished something to be remembered not being in costume on stage and having to lip sing to thousands of people. The terrorists at 9-11 are still remembered because of what they did. It was not good but they are remembered because it made an impact. This is basicly just a rant about violent human history and how the worst characters in it are generaly remembered. So fame and not necessarily fortune come easily if you do something that affects something big. So screw off celebrities and let people live their own lives! If you want to be remembered either do something realy good and be remembered for your amazing feet or do something terribly evil and be remembered as that evil guy who murdered thousands. You don't go for the stupid "hot" looks and try to get on stage and sing. Ok yeah I have a negative point of view on the world but still, there are better things to do with your lives people. Use your all to short lives to have a good impact on the world.

CHECKMATE - Prologue

There was a slight drizzle in the city. The sky was an ugly black. The clouds looked like they would open up in a downpour any moment. For some reason they held back. Perhaps saving the storm for those unlucky people that were in the sky.
Mr. James Laurence and his wife Valerie were two of those passengers in the sky that day. Their plane had been an older model. One of those propeller planes that everyone avoided if possible. However that day had been rough on the airline and it had needed to transfer some passengers over to other flights because of some problem that had not been explained to the passengers. So James and Valerie had been jumping around the map waiting like a drunken man playing darts, unable to come even close to his target, for their flight back into Fredericton. Those extra hours had been enough to put Valerie Laurence on edge. She didn’t like flying in the least. “James?” She said for the fourteenth time in an hour. “How much longer?” “Still another half-hour my dear.” Replied her husband. Sighing she glanced out the window at the black clouds that had been gathering for the past 15 minutes. “I just hope the pilot can land in this weather.” “It’ll just be one more day.” Said James. “I just don’t like leaving our little boy alone for very long.” Valerie sighed. “You never know exactly what’s happening.” “Are you worried that he’s being picked on or not taking his medication?” Asked James. Valerie just glanced at him and James understood. Their little boy had a rare condition that he needed to take daily medication to suppress. One day without it could have catastrophic results. “Don’t worry Valerie. I’m positive he’s been taking it. You know he’s never been able to lie to me.” Valerie smiled at her husband. He always knew how to make her fears disappear like a wisp of smoke blown away by the wind. She glanced out the window. Something was wrong. She could feel it. A slight chill at the base of her spine. “I’m going to go talk to the pilot.” Valerie said. Her husband just nodded as he was reading a magazine that he had found in the seat pocket in front of him. Valerie stood up and started walking down the isle. Just then there was a violent jerk and the floor came up to meet Valerie. She got up quickly and the seat belt sign came on. She flew back to her husband and virtually fell into the seat beside him. She met his eyes. His brown eyes had turned serious and when he met Valerie’s he understood immediately. He started glancing around as if looking for an escape. The plane shook again and the captain came onto the intercom. “Ladies and gentlemen. We have hit a small patch of turbulence but we shall continue to land in Fredericton shortly. Please excuse the…” The intercom went dead and started spewing static but the captain was silent. A baby started to cry. All of a sudden the plane tilted sharply downward and the flight attendant that had been circulating telling everyone that everything was under control flew to the front of the plane. Everyone started screaming. Everyone except Valerie and James. Their arms around each other Valerie uttered a final word of goodbye before the plane hit the ground. “Dorian.”
At school Dorian Laurence was in math class and just realizing that he had forgotten to take his medicine that day. “Dad’s gonna kill me.” He thought when the principle came into the class and said very gravely. “Dorian I’d like you to come with me.” When they got out of the class and the principle saw Dorian’s questioning look he sighed and said in a low voice. “Dorian, there’s been an accident. A plane crash. Your parents are dead.”