Nutha' Day on the Planet of the Apes

I commute to work each day via public transportation—yeah, I do goofy, ecologically sound things like that—on today's commute, I was treated to several examples of basic primate behavior, aka, low land gorillas laughingly referred to as Homo sapiens.

While waiting in a transit shelter for my transfer, I watched a yellow jacket hard at work on a nest. I had observed this nest building activity a week earlier and had reported it to the transit authority and was told that "someone" would take care of the problem over the weekend.

A week had past, the nest was still there, and the pitiful yellow jacket was still working hard on the papery brown cells. As I advised the transit company, there was only one bee visible, there appeared to be no eggs in the cells as yet, so if someone would simply knock the thing down, the problem would be eliminated early and with very little excitement to anyone.

However, as it was still there, and an opportunity presented itself to report this problem to personnel who happened to be on site, once again, I related the information.

Before I knew it, there were half a dozen employees buzzing around the transit shelter discussing ways to "neutralize" the situation, from wasp spray, to buckshot. Eventually, one employee used a broom to knock the nest down and crush it; unfortunately the bee returned to his nest to observe the destruction of it. In one swoop, however, the transit personnel slapped down the bee with the broom, stomped on him with his heavy boot, and smeared his guts across the sidewalk declaring with a grin, "They don't call me The Exterminator for nothin'." Everyone climbed back on their buses and headed out.

All I had asked was that the nest be destroyed; the bee would have taken a hint and found a better place to build his nest elsewhere. What this situation emphasized, once again, is that until Homo sapiens gets it through his knuckle-head that all life forms have a place, and a RIGHT to exist unmolested, there will never be peace on this planet for he will always find some way to justify why one race is superior to another, one religion is superior to another, one tribe is superior to another, one clan is superior to another, and so one, and anything considered INFERIOR, is subject to annihilation.

At what point do these hairy beasts finally get it, do you suppose?

Later that day, in another part of the jungle, I observed another knuckle-dragging incident.

A scrawny nondescript male in his early twenties hustling down the street, crossed over to the other side (the side on which I was seated) obviously walking with purpose, in a tremendous hurry to get somewhere; behind him an obviously pregnant woman hustled to try to keep up with him about ten paces behind. The woman was so pregnant, her inverted belly button caused by her stretched stomach, was showing through a t-shirt stretched taut across her belly. She was obviously with the male though he never once turned to look at her or speak to her. She had a pained expression on her face, but said nothing, simply trying to keep up, or catch up with the male. About halfway down the block, the male then decided to cross the road back to the side on which I had first observed him, in the middle of a 4 lane highway, with no crosswalks for another block. In doing this, he did not give a glance to oncoming traffic, two lanes of which had to stop dead to allow him to pass, and the female was right behind him also in danger of being hit.

After crossing the other two lanes of traffic, they continued up the road in the same manner; I observed them cover about half a mile before they were out of sight. They were headed in the direction of the community hospital which was about a mile from where I first saw them. Surely, I thought, this clown was not "taking" the female to the hospital to deliver, but just as assuredly, the pace at which he was driving her in the heat would certainly cause her to deliver, if not have a heart attack first.

I don't care what the POS reasons were for causing this woman to haul after him in her final days of pregnancy. There is no excuse for it. I pity any woman who is so desperate that she would allow herself to be placed in a position such as this. Message to Lady: have your baby and kick this wienie to the curb; Sweetie, the world is full of nice guys and you DO NOT have to tolerate treatment like this.

On the other hand, I'd like to meet this guy in a dark alley to explain the facts of life to him, and how pregnant women should be treated.

Clearly, he is a man in the academic sense, only—he has male genitalia, and may have even fathered the child in this woman's belly, but that is as close to manhood as he can reach on his tiptoes. He fails in every other regard and should be kicked out of the club for his shortcomings.

On days like today, I am pleased that I am an orphaned alien NOT of Homo sapiens nor from the Planet of the Apes.

Oh, and hairy, knuckle-dragging twenty-something: if yo mama had not already been brain dead, she would have used birth control and this post would have had no reason to exist.