Today we are going to discuss dicussion. Blah blah blah.

Oh maybe not. I suppose I may run out of things to say eventually, or run across some dry spots, but not quite yet. Hope your now is as good as mine, world, at least at present. Not sure how much the shenanigans of the human race bother you. Maybe not at all.

You have been run into by planetoids, so maybe us bumping off so many species is no big whoopie to you. Of course you get to run on geological time, so a few hundred thousand years to evolve some more may be no big deal. I miss the little nippers though, myself.

Of course, we treat ourselves the same way we treat other species, like dirt, so at least we are full-service abusers. It makes sense, though, that people still running off reptilian brains and a limbic system for much of the time may not be too smart. Oh well, it’s best not to have too high of expectations for anyone’s behavior except one’s own, and even then perfection is no option. Okay is about right, I think. If one can be okay, that’s pretty darn good in my book.

Don’t get me wrong, dear world, I ain’t no veggie. I believe animals should be digested with tender loving care. Like you, I’m something of an omnivore, though I don’t go in for trees, civilizations, or continents, like you do. No doubt your massive girth is no accident. In my case I’ll leave the morality of eating to others and just follow my taste buds. But there are limits. I try not to ingest any endangered species.

As always, I am your,

LWIII