Monday, January 25, 2016

Get Your Fucking Paws Off Me, You Damn Dirty Fascist

Get your stinking paws off of me, you damn dirty ape!  Them apes fucked with Judah Ben Moses In Space!  Them apes wasn't too bright.  Well, a few of them were.  But not Claude Akins, he was just mean.  Anyways...  What if it was like that, only we're the apes?  Humans, homo sapiens sapiens, modern man, yeah, what if we took over after the gods went home?  We were bred from the hominids, and the gods.  We were bred again from the Neanderthals and Denisovans, and the demigods, or Nephilim, or whatever you choose to call them.  Imagine for a minute, if you will, mad scientists working in some covert government lab somewhere.  They take some human DNA and some ape DNA, they splice and they play.  Their objective is to create a race of workers, intelligent enough to follow directions, but stupid enough to do it without question.  And strong enough to do heavy work.  Stronger than we are...  Now imagine this is what the gods did, how they made us millions of years ago.  DNA mixing in a blender, spitting out little manlings and womanlings.  Now, imagine we rebelled and killed them, or they died off by some other means, or they left in a hurry to escape something.  For whatever reason, the gods went away.  Maybe we rose up and killed them.  Maybe they killed each other.  Whatever the case, they went wherever they went.  Nobody is left from then to tell us the real story.  We ignore the ancient stories, we reject them as fantasy mythos.  But whatever happened...
We found ourselves suddenly free to roam in a paradise, but we had competition, the very Neanderthals, Denisovans, Cro-Magnons, etc. that were our ancestors.  We had to drive them off the best hunting grounds, lest we starve.  But the gods left us naïve and innocent.  They took their vast storehouse of knowledge with them.  Man does not know himself.  We had to learn from trial & error.  We had to learn how to survive.  Messengers came among us.  They taught us things.  How to fish, how to make tools...  Who were these messengers?  Who the fuck knows?  Maybe they were gods who stayed behind to watch over us, maybe not.  They taught us of wheels, they taught us of wind and waves...  In many places they were worshiped as gods.  They built great cities.  (Or were the cities built before the gods left?  Again, who knows?)  Nobody lives today who lived then, or if we do, we've long forgotten.  DNA.  We need to learn how to access our genetic memory.
Get your long spindly fingers off me, you damn dirty alien!  Nothing is what it seems.  Scratch the surface.  Dig down a few feet.  See what you dig up.  Everything's there.  Right wherever you put it.

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