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Take Your Curtsey
By: Alex Anderson

A beaver builds a dam, only to be deemed constructive and resourceful.  A person builds a home, only to be deemed superfluous and wasteful.  Become angry, please become angry.  Surely this is not right.  Down with these beaver supporters and their overzealous, antagonistic slaps on our wrists.  Fight the power of the vegetarian/vegan interest.  Their politics have become an annoyance.  The hucksters have been heard and that is their right, but now they must go.  To the dungeon with them, that’s what I say.  Off with their heads and steaks through their hearts at high noon the next morn!

Whatever happened to the Darwinist movement of social context?  Where did it go?  Lost in the hippies’ hemp and dreadlocks no doubt.  The strong will survive and forever thrive, and the weak they will die for that is their fate.  Us mortals shan’t be playing a game of God with our world.  Can we help that our species has conquered the land?  Of course not.  From the day that our prehistoric Neanderthal brethren carved the stone into a hunter’s weapon, we have been reaping the benefits that are rightfully ours.  We won it, outright.

But at nightfall you still complain that the Ambien® wont work, nor television, nor Vodka – the guilt, you say is just too much.  Why?  Cannot you see that the voice of reason is just a product of malfeasance?  Indeed, it was performed by the highest ranking official of your subconscious mind: shame.  None other could make you feel as poorly as now, but let me reiterate that these seedlings of your blossoming ignominy were planted by who else might you wonder?  Why it’s those tree-hugger walking green beans over at P.E.T.A.  I see now they’ve monopolized your thoughts and overpowered your good sense.

After all, is it not true that this world we are living in has a life span that can be appropriated at any time by the cosmic forces that govern our universe?  The human reign over subsidiary life forms is just a microcosm of the greater truth; a paradigm repeated in the depths of space when the vastness expands or when asteroids collide with planetary orbit.  Extraordinary circumstances bounded only by our ability to perceive them are happening instantaneously and repeatedly.  Yet you want to talk ethics.  You want to talk fairness.  You want our world to become a melting pot of equality.  Same rights for cattle, monarchs, and trees as for humans.  Individuality will plummet in your design.  Playing God you are – and failing miserably.  With every advancement and good comes an equal and opposing deterrent to your scheme.  Perhaps it is time to admit that the schematics are flawed; that you did the best you could.

We create better corn and you complain of the flight paths of birds.  We create warmer houses and you complain of greenhouse gas emissions.  You’ll never find the perfect balance or strike the melodic chord of overall equality.  As Publilius Syrus wrote in his collection of Sententiae (Sentences): Cotidie damnatur, qui semper timet.  Translated as, the man who is constantly in fear is every day condemned. Revel for a moment in considering that you gave an impassioned attempt at justice.  Now take your curtsey and take your bow.

Have I convinced you yet?  Do you understand that Earth revolves not around your chosen diet but the sun?  Simple enough of a concept I should hope.  Truly thinking that by your actions alone, that you could change the world… were you serious?

Looking back it seems laughable.  Your hopeless attempts at making a difference became synonymous with all which is trite.  Do you understand now?  If so, then it seems that as the power of man does rise, his sense of responsibility sets indefinitely.  And if you’ve reddened from abashment at the reading of this; then my friend, please redden more.

Does This Really Need To Be Here, Cited

  Syrus, Publilius. "Sententiae." The Latin Library. Ad Fontes Academy. 19 Feb 2007
            <http://www.thelatinlibrary.com/syrus.html>.