Unnatural Selection

Somewhere beyond the Oort Cloud I’m sure there’s a beacon. It doesn’t matter who put it there. What’s important is the warning. There are some who would like to believe in alien contact, assuming that space travel is a sign of higher intelligence, but do they understand how vast a light year is, let alone the expense of one planet’s viability just to make it an other’s problem?

Oh how we’ve distanced ourselves from the viable in our little shelters of denial. Seldom taking a good long look at all what’s really been keeping us alive, and not the currency we’ve tried to replace it with, assuming that will really sustain us, when all the wells and fields have been poisoned. For generations we’ve been inbreeding, assuming purity of stock and nation. Not just ourselves, but everything we’ve tried to domesticate. Nature survives not by numbers alone, but a random process of diversity and mutation, as it adapts to every changing environment and circumstance. That’s how natural selection works, but instead we wallow in the security of our numbers like gnus running in circles while the predators devour our mothers and children. There’s an old French saying: L’homme propose, la famme dispose. Now having done away with that to justify misogyny and rape so children can serve their disposal as cannon fodder, tell me it doesn’t have all the trappings of congenital mass suicide. It’s a form of psychosis, rather like what happens to rabbit populations when they exceed their viable limits.