posted on Oct, 31 2008 @ 02:37 PM
reply to post by Lucifer Rising
When my oldest son was three, he kept wanting to go into the muck near the saltmarsh. I told him time and again to stay out, that he would get stuck
and filthy. I warned him time and again, but he had pretty much made up his mind that he was going in. So I watched carefully.
Not seeing me, he went in. He got stuck. He was frantic, and I let him work it for himself until it dawned on him that the decision he made was
definitely a bad one.
Then I went in and got him.
You can't tell some folks a damned thing.
So I'll take care of me and mine first. You call it what you will.
You see, it's the dumbasses that make these irrational decisions that screw it up for the rest of us, simply because there are so many of them. So
if things go tits up, and the stupid begin to get killed off - that's sad, but not necessarily bad.
There are predators and prey, and the prey take the weaker first of the herd available. It is good for the herd.
I just prefer to be a predator who is fully capable of facing down other predators.
All life is a race, a hide, or a fight.
Someone comes looking for a fight, I'd hate for them to go away disappointed.