Seems to me, most problems in the U.S. and most other places come down to the citizens. In America, we vote for the government we want; that makes us responsible for it. Yeah, they lie to us but voters have to be old enough to know that, right? It still comes back to us.
So, what kind of creature are we, that we keep on selecting the sort of human tripe that we do? That makes us human tripe too, doesn’t it? Hate to admit it, but yeah. Well then, what’s with our design? We build up a nice Greek culture of a Roman Empire or a Western Civilization and just when we’re patting ourselves on our backs for that, BOOM! We tear it all down or we let someone else, some sweaty, smelly barbarian, come in and do it for us. Over and over, too. We must be a faulty design!
The neat part of being a faulty design, is that we can blame the designer; we needn’t take responsibility ourselves. Our design, seems to me, leaves plenty of room for blame. Consider: Of all the earth’s mammals, we alone can’t handle our own hair. Most creatures have permanent fur coats. A few–very few–are like us, naked. Mole rats, for instance. But did you ever see a mole rat getting a haircut? But all of us need regular haircuts. However, the hair that needs to be cut is no help; we need clothes, too or we freeze to death. It’s a ridiculous design!
Then there’s our stupid reproduction. What other species is stuck with a decade and a half to get a kid launched? What other species is so stupid as to keep their teen-aged rebels around for years? And don’t get me started on tuition at college… When I get an interview with our Designer, I’m going to have more than a few questions, believe me!
And we breed like mad if you compare us to equally long-lived species. Most really rapid breeders need that because they’re also really rapid at dying. In fact, most of them have some very effective predator assigned to assure it. Not us, we have to rely on ourselves for predation to keep us in bounds. I’ll not deny we do it pretty well, though. I guess that’s efficient. I don’t see the sense of our design, though.
Shakespeare wrote: “Man, proud man,
dressed in a little, brief authority,
most ignorant of what he’s most assured,
his glassy essence like an angry ape,
plays such tricks before high heaven,
as make the angels weep.
Huh! Maybe I’m missing the whole point; maybe we’re just here to amuse the Designer on coffee breaks…