Mom Used To Call Me A Little Monkey

“We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star”…Stephen Hawking.

Heyyy! Wait a minute! Did my mom actually know Mr. Hawking and he told her that we’re all blood relatives of gorillas!?

Does that mean that I may be predisposed to having….gulp…..ape like characteristics?

With certain attributes that may involve:

– The wherewithal to have sex anytime anywhere in front of anybody.

– The chimpian’s “clannish” nature which can currently be compared to the wars between earth’s tribes which are proof positive of an inherent flaw in humanity.

– Ever watched chimpanzees pick through each other’s fur? Ever gone to a spa?

– Or how about the beating of the chest thingy chimps do; many of the world’s athletes look eerily similar after a victory.

Undoubtedly there’s no escaping the reality of being lumped into this category by Mr. Hawking; so you may as well embrace the chimp essentials.

It’s easier than you think; all you need is a vivid imagination which you can then use to superimpose the sidewalks, aisles, highways and byways that make up your current world over the jungle you apparently navigated so many ages ago.

Then – using your mind’s eye – you can picture yourself swinging on that long vine to the door of your domicile (that used to be a makeshift pile of stinking bug infested leafs and sticks) whereupon you pour yourself a glass of fine cabernet (Mr. Hawking now infers that you used to lick the falling rain off the leaves and branches) and after assuring yourself that you in fact locked your doors (clans of chimps had and have members that serve as lookouts) you drift away into sweet slumber (your ancient primate kin folk slept and currently sleep with one eye open).

So now I’ll ask you a few pertinent questions.

Did Tarzan realize his little buddy Chita was a distant unevolved simian from the old family tree?

Can we mimic Tarzan’s loud call when we visit farms and ranches and put our animal friends/dinners at ease about our plans to butcher and eat them?

Will humanity move beyond its penchant for boasting about its physical attributes?

Will we use our evolved unchimpanzeen ability to “reason”, thereby hopefully stopping ourselves from pushing that proverbial button….thereby putting an end to our dominion over earth…planet of the apes?

Too bad Tarzan can’t swing by and holler that holler that he was famous for and make things right.

That would be so cool.

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