Happy Birthday Charles Darwin
I love Darwin. But, my take on it is always regarding the Darwin Awards. Survival of the Fittest, meaning mentally in this case, takes on a whole different meaning, when you think of it in those terms.
There is nothing you can do, to stop some idiot, from killing themselves, by being stupid; thus removing them from the gene pool. Woo hoo! So much the better for us all.
I watch people on the cliffs when the waves are high and strong, where they stand with their backs to the ocean, so some dummy could take their picture, forgetting that at any moment, a wave could sweep them off the rock and into the churning waters. I usually just look away. Don’t want to see it.
Some wobbly tourist on a bicycle coming from San Francisco to Sausalito. At the bicycle shop, where they showed them the road, showed them how beautiful, how short, but never informed them, of the treacherous part, that we call the “car eater”, where they could be side swiped or killed by motorists who are sick of unsteady bicyclists.
Or the moron, who places his two year old on his lap, so that his precious, could experience driving. Now, there is a Neanderthal trying to eliminate the next generation too.
How about the dipstick I saw, trying to get something out of an electrical socket, using a metal knife. Now there Mother’s precious one, whom, she must be very proud of, I am sure.
So, if I say that I love Darwin, I do and only in the sense that they will eliminate themselves and their offspring. We just have to watch and wait.
So celebrate the day with me with joy, unless, you are one of them.