The Darwin principle is a universal timeless truth that was not invented by Charles Darwin, but was certainly made famous by him. The Darwin principle is summarized as follows: The best genetic qualities tend to promote survival. The worst genetic qualities tend to promote extinction. Over time, the best qualities are passed on by the survivors and the worst qualities disappear with the losers. Example: The entire forest is brown and it is inhabited by 98 white rabbits and 2 brown rabbits. Eventually, all of the rabbits will be brown because the white ones are highly visible and will be eaten by predators. The two brown rabbits are likely to survive and breed more brown rabbits. The Darwin principle applies to humans as well. People with bad vision used to get eaten by predators. Now they just wear glasses and breed more nearsighted humans. The human race will eventually become blind because of this unless they can do some fancy gene repair in the future. Those who choose to use drugs and go through life doing stupid things tend to get killed off by vehicle accidents, overdoses, drug ripoffs, diseases and other mishaps. This rids the gene pool of stupid, defective people so that they cannot breed and raise more stupid, defective people. Most of the people who are killed by guns can be classified as “Darwinians” (with the exception of a few innocent people who are unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time). Gang members tend to shoot each other, drug users tend to shoot each other and the jerks who abuse their fellow man tend to be shot by the police. Innocent, intelligent people are rarely killed by guns. The whole point of this message is to point out that outlawing guns will only allow more of the “Darwinians” to propagate which will draw the rest of the gene pool into a downward spiral. We would be much better off to give guns to the violent people in the prisons and let them take care of each other. Guns are not a problem with reasonable and intelligent people. Guns do give them a chance to protect themselves from the “Darwinians” (those who are too violent or too stupid to survive in the world). I do not advocate killing people who are mentally retarded (when is the last time that you heard of someone who is retarded shooting someone else?) nor do I advocate killing anyone. I simply advocate letting “Darwin” do what he has been doing since life first began. You may find this harsh but I would also apply this principle to refuse free medical treatment to those who insist on abusing alcohol and drugs until they are unable to care for themselves and live their life in the gutter. If they have relatives that will take care of them, then maybe there are some good genes somewhere in the family. If you let “Darwin” take them then you will not have to take care of any children that they might father (or mother). Just ask any Emergency Room what percentage of their resources are taken up by these defective people. If you think that society is in a downward spiral then look here for the reason.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by PinkorBrown69: Lamarckism.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> ERASMUS darwinian principles... but i can see how you can think of J-B Lamarck
It has recently come to light that Shakespeare was a crackhead, does that include him in your list of 'defective' people?
shut up hollz's bitch.. and i dunno.... was he cut down in a hail of bullets during a drive-by outside the crack-house?? ... did he catch aids from an infected needle and die after getting head off a syphilis ridden whore in the east-end...
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by PimpDaddy: The Darwin principle is a universal timeless truth that was not invented by Charles Darwin, but was certainly made famous by him. The Darwin principle is summarized as follows: The best genetic qualities tend to promote survival. The worst genetic qualities tend to promote extinction. Over time, the best qualities are passed on by the survivors and the worst qualities disappear with the losers. Example: The entire forest is brown and it is inhabited by 98 white rabbits and 2 brown rabbits. Eventually, all of the rabbits will be brown because the white ones are highly visible and will be eaten by predators. The two brown rabbits are likely to survive and breed more brown rabbits. The Darwin principle applies to humans as well. People with bad vision used to get eaten by predators. Now they just wear glasses and breed more nearsighted humans. The human race will eventually become blind because of this unless they can do some fancy gene repair in the future. Those who choose to use drugs and go through life doing stupid things tend to get killed off by vehicle accidents, overdoses, drug ripoffs, diseases and other mishaps. This rids the gene pool of stupid, defective people so that they cannot breed and raise more stupid, defective people. Most of the people who are killed by guns can be classified as “Darwinians” (with the exception of a few innocent people who are unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time). Gang members tend to shoot each other, drug users tend to shoot each other and the jerks who abuse their fellow man tend to be shot by the police. Innocent, intelligent people are rarely killed by guns. The whole point of this message is to point out that outlawing guns will only allow more of the “Darwinians” to propagate which will draw the rest of the gene pool into a downward spiral. We would be much better off to give guns to the violent people in the prisons and let them take care of each other. Guns are not a problem with reasonable and intelligent people. Guns do give them a chance to protect themselves from the “Darwinians” (those who are too violent or too stupid to survive in the world). I do not advocate killing people who are mentally retarded (when is the last time that you heard of someone who is retarded shooting someone else?) nor do I advocate killing anyone. I simply advocate letting “Darwin” do what he has been doing since life first began. You may find this harsh but I would also apply this principle to refuse free medical treatment to those who insist on abusing alcohol and drugs until they are unable to care for themselves and live their life in the gutter. If they have relatives that will take care of them, then maybe there are some good genes somewhere in the family. If you let “Darwin” take them then you will not have to take care of any children that they might father (or mother). Just ask any Emergency Room what percentage of their resources are taken up by these defective people. If you think that society is in a downward spiral then look here for the reason. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> What complete dribble... Yes, I am short-sighted...but it is not in-breed...my mother died with her perfect eyesight in tact...my father has, at the age of 69...only just started to wear glasses for reading...so that sort of undermines the theory from the start. I think we can safely say...that guns or no guns...everybody will die...when and where is foretold from the day that we are born...how you get to that point and place in time is down to the person concerned...but it will happen...no-one can cheat that little used word... FATE ------------------ I can headfuck with the best! [This message has been edited by Clydie Scope (edited March 04, 2001).]
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Clydie Scope: What complete dribble...<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> i'd prefer it if you called it drivel..
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by PimpDaddy: i'd prefer it if you called it drivel.. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> I choose the word DRIBBLE...as it is the innocent excreta from a baby's mouth...and yours when your asleep.. ------------------ I can headfuck with the best!
since that "dribble" wasn't to your liking... i thought i'd post some dribble thats more "enid blyton" or "beatrix potter"ish for you... Once upon a time there was a Little Mouse and he heard a noise in his ears and it sounded like - kshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. So he went to his Mouse friends and he asked them, 'What's this noise I hear in my ears? It's like - kshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.' But they were too busy gathering their grain and food. They said, 'Leave us alone.' So the Little Mouse went off into The Forest by himself to figure out what this noise was. And along came a Raccoon. The Raccoon, puzzled, looked at the Little Mouse and said, 'Hello Little Mouse. What are you doing over here all by yourself?' 'I'm trying to find out what this noise is I keep hearing in my ears! It's like - kshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.' And the Raccoon said, 'Ah, that's The River of Life. Would you like me to take you to it?' 'A river? Yes, please!' The Little Mouse had never seen a river. So they ran. The Raccoon guided him to the edge of The River and the Little Mouse looked in and he saw his own reflection. He thought it was another Mouse living underneath the water, so he said, 'Hello Mister Mouse. How is it that you can live underneath the water like that?' And there was a bright green frog sitting on bright green lily pad that overheard the Little Mouse and thought he was talking to him. And he said, 'I am Frog, Keeper of The River of Life, for I live comfortably above and below the surface.' And then The Frog asked, 'Little Mouse, would you like some medicine?' The Little Mouse replied, 'Medicine? Yes, please!' So The Frog said, 'Okay. Crouch down as far as you can go and then jump up as high as you can jump.' So the Little Mouse crouched down as low as he could and then he jumped with all his might into the air, landing with a splash into the river. The Little Mouse climbed onto The River's bank coughing and spitting out The River's water. 'You tricked me! You tricked me!' yelled the Little Mouse. 'Ah. But what did you see when you jumped so high?' asked the Frog. The Little Mouse's eyes widened with surprise, he said, 'I saw all the animals on The Plain and I know them by name! And I saw the Magic Mountains, beautiful mountains, with Eagles, circling above! I've got to go tell my friends about this!' The Frog said, 'You are now Little Jumping Mouse. Do as you please.' So he ran and he ran and he was soaking wet from The River and, as it hadn't been raining outside and none of his mice friends had never seen a river, they thought, 'Well, an animal must have tried to eat him, spitting him back out instead and if an animal wouldn't eat him, then there must be something wrong with him. He must be diseased or ill.' 'Get away from us!' they yelled. But Little Jumping Mouse wanted to see The Magic Mountains, so he ran and he ran and he ran and he ran and he ran and he ran, until finally, he came upon a Patch of Sage Grass at the edge of The Forest. Living there, were many wise, elder mice and one of them invited him to stay for dinner. The Elder Mouse said to Little Jumping Mouse, 'We too know the animals of The Plain. We too know them by name. We have also seen The Magic Mountains. You have a clear view of them from them right here, but if you try and leave, The Eagle circling above, will surely see you and eat you. Please, be our guest here.' Little Jumping Mouse thought about this and he thought about it. Then he said, 'No. I have seen The Magic Mountains and I must go to them. Thank you for your kindness and hospitality.' And he ran and he ran and he ran and he ran and he ran. And he ran and he came upon a huge mountain that was rising and then falling and rising and falling. The mountain was breathing! It was a Buffalo lying on its side. Little Jumping Mouse said, 'Hello Mister Buffalo. What is the matter?' The Buffalo moaned and said, 'I am very ill and the only thing that can cure me is the eye of a mouse, but alas, I'm beginning to think that such a creature does not exist.' So Little Jumping Mouse went to think about this. And he came back to The Buffalo and he said, 'I am a mouse and I would like for you to have my eye.' Immediately, his eye flew from his head into The Buffalo, making The Buffalo whole. The Buffalo stood and said, 'Thank you Little Jumping Mouse. You may run the rest of the way to the edge of The Plain underneath my belly so that The Eagles will not see you.' So they ran and they ran and they ran and they ran, hooves pounding all around Little Jumping Mouse. Finally, they reached the edge of The Magic Mountains and Little Jumping Mouse said, "I was so scared that your hooves were going to crush me." The Buffalo said, 'I am Buffalo. Mine is The Way of Sundance and I know where my hooves land. I am an animal of The Plain, so I cannot go any further, for I would surely fall and crush you. But if you ever need a friend, I will be here on The Plain' So, with that, they left. And Little Jumping Mouse climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed. And he came upon a Wolf sitting on a rock. Little Jumping Mouse said, 'Hello Mister Wolf.' The Wolf stood and said, 'Yes. I'm a Wolf.' And he sat back down. Little Jumping Mouse thought about this and said again, 'Uh, Hello. Mister Wolf?' The Wolf stood again. 'Wolf! I'm a Wolf. A Wolf?' And he sat back down. So Little Jumping Mouse considered this for a while. He thought, 'This is a great, majestic creature, but he doesn't even know who he is and I know what will cure him.' So he went to The Wolf and he said, 'Mister Wolf, I would like for you to have my eye.' And immediately his eye flew from his head into The Wolf, making The Wolf whole. The Wolf stood and said, 'Yes. I am Wolf.' But Little Jumping Mouse could not see this now, for he was blind. The Wolf said, 'Thank you Little Jumping Mouse. You may hold on to my tail the rest of the way to the top of The Magic Mountains.' So Little Jumping Mouse held on to The Wolf's tail and they went around the pass and climbed up The Mountain. Finally, they reached the top. There were huge lakes, flowers in bloom, the tallest trees, snowed capped peaks, waterfalls, birds and fish, but Little Jumping Mouse couldn't see any of this for he was now blind. So he sat on the edge of The Great Lake in quiet meditation. Suddenly, he felt a shadow looming above him and he knew it was an Eagle, but he did not bother to run. He did not bother to hide. And, SLAM! The Eagle grabbed him and took him higher and higher and higher and higher into The Sky and Little Jumping Mouse's vision began to clear and he could see The Magic Mountains below him. He could see The Forest and The Plain and The Patch of Sage Grass and he was falling, falling towards The River of Life. Little Jumping Mouse heard the voice of The Frog, The Keeper of The River of Life, shout out to him. 'Catch The Wind! You are now Eagle!' . . it's not supposed to make altogether logical sense... it's drivel..
