UPDATED AND REVISED: Wednesday, December 12, 2012 -- Don't ask me how but I have known that something is wrong with the human race for something close to sixty years now and that it's not "The Devil", it's something lot's simpler and more realistic than that

I'm 67 years old and will be 68, April 2013.

I was in the lower grades of grade school at Edgemont Grade School in Edgewood, Washington in the early and middle 1950's.

My mother and stepdad and sister and I had moved "out west" to Auburn, Washington in 1951.

I was in kindergarden, five years old.

My dad and mom bought a house up on west hill above Algona, Washington in 1952.

Dad worked for Boeing Aircraft Company and then later the Army Depot.

We had field trips every spring when I was in school and we would pack lunches and some of the mothers would come along with us as chaperones to help the teacher's watch all of us kids and ride in the busses with us.

Stupendous times these events were, as was school in general.

I always say that kids love kids and love to be with kids, whatever they are doing, and will have an immense amount of fun and great times doing it.

A pure pleasure in life.

There is nothing like it.

We had been through several shipwrecks losing my real dad and then grandpa and then my sister Patty but we were recovering and with the help of some really good teachers and friends, moving on with our lives.

There is no other choice.

Die with the grief, go crazy or move on.

For the living we moved on.

Living with the grief.

It was on one of these field trips in about the second or third grade, the third grade I think it was, that we went to the Point Defiance Zoo in Tacoma, Washington.

A big, full blown zoo with about everything you can imagine in it.

Huge and with a real Army Fort from the last of the Indian Wars that had occurred less than a hundred years before, right where we stood.

Actually only sixty, seventy, years before.

(1953) this was.

All on horseback.

Exceedingly interesting and fun to see.

Childhood.

The teacher's and mothers, guiding us.

The elephants  and the hippo's and the zebras and bears and wolves and foxes and seals and always a whole bunch of animals we had never seen or heard of from all over the world.

Everything from deer to mice.

Thousands of animals in all kinds of habitats and cages and surroundings in a huge, hundreds of acres, state park.

I had already been here before with my mom and dad but it was as new and still as adventuresome and rewarding and enthralling as the first time.

We would stop later for lunch and a picnic and the play area's.

The tigers and lions were great, as were all of the different species and sub species.

Everything you can think of.

Most in outdoor enclosures and cages and habitats with water and waterfalls and trees and whatnot.

Most pretty spacious.

The mothers and teachers, herding us along as we would gasp in awe at the spectacle and antics of the different groupings.

Some mixed groupings.

Then the birds and aviaries in glass enclosure habitats.

Into the building's we now went to see the monkeys and the birds behind glass and up close.

Rooms full of monkeys in glassed in habitats with trees and pools of water and tires and "monkey bars" for them to play on.

Dozens and dozens of monkeys.

Big ones, little ones.

Babies and adolescents and mommies and daddies.

Teenagers.

In the trees and on the swings and in the water and sitting and co-mingling in groups all about.

We  were only a few feet away and separated only by the glass.

It was a tall, open ceiling with the sun and the sky and a large area with food and food wrappers all about, something about like a dump or filthy house with feces and urine and food wrappers strewn about about everywhere.

Vegetables and fruit and lots of cupcakes and twinkies and pastries and breads, smashed and half opened and half eaten, strewn about and stepped on everywhere.

A wet horrid sickly filthy mess.

Many eating and playing with themselves at the same time while looking gazzingly at you with their eyes glazed over.

Feces, urine and wet half eaten food smashed everywhere.

Tacoma, Washington had a large Langendorf and Wonderbread Bakery with a huge factory and a large fleet of delivery trucks numbering into the hundreds to supply the local Seattle/Tacoma area.

These were no doubt the unsold, day old bakery products donated to the zoo as tax write-offs and gifts.

The same foods we humans ate everyday.

Insane monkeys were everywhere.

Every conceivable body cavity and with fingers and lips and saliva and everything else involved.

We could look right at the babies and mothers and look right into their eyes and they ours we were so close.

It only took about a moment to realize that many of them were masterbating and mating and having weird sex, frantically and crazed with orgasm and sex play and climaxing and coming all over the place.

Young and old alike.

Many were frenzied.

Others glazed over and spasmodic.

It was awful.

To be continued here shortly..

I got to do some yard cleaning before it snows about an hour from now.

Our first real snow.

About a half of a foot or a foot in some areas.

The first of several feet still to come.

Usually five or more feet with ridges and drifts often times a lot more.

We had a few inches a few times but it warmed up and left.

This snow will no doubt be here for months.

We love it.

"If your not too poor, and in good health".

It's pure hell if you don't have the essentials.

OK, I'm back.

Got it mostly done.

I am the "King of Procrastinators" BAR NONE!!!

I hate it!!!

OK, so back to the monkeys...

The teachers and mothers were busy shepherding us kids into the indoors aviary where the monkeys were and making sure we all got there and nobody got left behind or lost so they weren't immediately aware of what was going on with these monkeys.

Us kids were mostly wide eyed and in shock at what we were seeing and what these monkeys were doing with themselves and their private parts and one another.

We were embarrassed.

Every distortion you could imagine was taking place.

Not normal sex, although there was some of that too, but mostly hands and fingers and mouths and weird abnormal shit.

The monkeys were convulsing and spasing and going to the bathroom all over the place.

It didn't take many moments after the teachers and mothers saw the looks on our faces and the way we were acting for them to focus on the monkeys.

They were aghast, not wanting to compound we children's horror they simply and quickly and quietly ushered and herded us immediately away from the spectacle.

As we were leaving I looked at the monkeys one more time and from the monkeys to the littered floor with all of the sugar pastries and cupcakes and twinkies and cookies and whatnot and back at the monkeys and then the floor again and concluded instantly that these monkey's were crazy and sexually stimulated to the point of insanity by all of that sugar and being confined and out of their natural habitat and environment and eating habits.

That breed of monkeys may have a lot of normal sex in the wild but nothing like this sugar/coma frenzy distortion that we had just witnessed.

I'm sure of that.

I was eight years old.

I can remember thinking in that moment of awareness, right then at eight years old, as the light came on in my mind and eyes, that sugar was the cause of all this and the whole of this incident, plainly, as if it were yesterday I understood this.

Frenzied, stimulated out of their minds, drug addicts.

Degenerating right before our eyes.

That is an absolute fact.

The light came on and that's what I thought, right then and right there as it was happening.

You tell me how an eight year old can have such thoughts and scope in all this and to that degree of comprehension and understanding at that age.

It was so out of the norm that a blind man could see the sickness that was occurring.

How many would have linked this to the Hostess Twinkies and Cupcakes and sugar.

Actually Twinkies hadn't come to our area yet.

They came a few years later.

Banana Cream Flips they called them, or "Flips" for short, close to the same yellowish white cake batter only better and softer and more flavorful and browned a little and on a taco sized round flat cake about half of an inch thick and smothered with a much smoother and softer and creamy frosting with a sharp but light sweetness to match the cake in the middle and folded over and clear wrapped to be sold.

Delectable and loaded with goodness!

Mouth watering good.

I could eat a hundred of them.

Anybody thinks a Twinkie is good never had a Hostess Banana Cream Flip.

I would get one each week on fridays when my dad would get paid and bring me one home in his lunchpail from work.

That and a dime for my allowance.

This is Doctorate, PHD, Graduate School, stuff.

My genius.

Unbeknownst to me at the time.

I'm not saying this to be vain.

I'm saying it because it is the truth.

Nobody else has figured this out.

It's pure genius.

Nobody can even understand it, it's so genius.

Spurred no doubt by my bloodline of Scotch/Irish, German(possibly Jewish German) and English and French.

That and the sugars and milk and hybrid carbohydrates in my diet and the nursing(breast feeding) of my mothers milk while she grieved the loss of my dad and grandfather two years apart.

She would cry and weep and I would look into her eyes and face and nurse as best I could.

That's all I could do.

That and feel sorry for her and love her.

Then gurgle and smile and play when she was feeling better.

I was four months old when my dad died coming home from the war.

Patty was their too, she was two.

A bundle of life herself.

We were a tight nit little bundle.

As a child I had a pretty pronounced white spot on one of my upper front teeth from what the doctor said was from an abundance of calcium from breastfeeding.

Nothing to be concerned about.

 I have known something is wrong with the human race for a long time.

I have also known WHAT is wrong for a long time, the core cause.

It amazes me that nobody else can see it.

For about the last forty or fifty years or so, I have also thought circumcision to be another cause of our insanity.

When I learned that crossbreeding a white face cow and a black angus cow would create a more robust, aggressive offspring than either one if full blooded, I concluded that the mixing of the races and nationalities quite possibly a big player in all this also.

When I found an old book in an old abandoned house about fifty years ago that spoke and was written expressly to tell about the deplored living conditions in New York City in the 1800's and early 1900's I concluded that this is not new.

Sugar and hybrid carbohydrates in the form of fruits and vegetables and grains and milk products are the cause of all of the worlds insanities and war's and all of the other atrocities that have occurred for thousands and thousands of years.

Alcohol, caffeine and nicotine.

Culminating into what we have today.

Completely unnatural to our natural intakes.

The Egyptians for sure, and many rulers and kings before them and eventually everything after them.

The worlds religions and gods.

All imagination and stimulant and self interest driven.

All hogwash and all bullshit.

Stimulants produce adrenaline like responses.

The massive doses of all of the sugars and carbohydrates we eat and drink on a daily basis and because of the massive quantities we consume.

From hundreds to thousands of times more than nature ever intended because of hybridizing, domestication and agriculture and transportation and marketing.

This is my discovery.

Over sixty years in the making.

It's so simple it's stupid.

Sugar/processed carbohydrates/hybrid carbohydrates/cocaine/speed/caffeine/alcohol/nicotine.

All completely unnatural.

Stimulants =  Insanity

Murdering over 40 million people in each of many world wars.

Hundreds of millions of people slaughtered in all before that.

Probably billions.

Millions this last decade.

Civil and international totalitarian and extreme authoritarian dictatorship governments exceeding those numbers.

We got hell to pay.

For the rulers and the kings and dictators...

It's hard to imagine but hundreds of millions of people, billions of people, believe that this is natural and normal within our species and governments.

Just like the acquiring of wealth.

Nothing could be farther from the truth.

It's pure insanity.

Not just the word insanity but we are genuinely and totally insane.

Realistically.

It's because we are unnaturally stimulated by all of the sugars and starches.

We think we are patriots and nobly defending our faiths and religions from the enemy.

The enemy is ourselves, plain and simple.

Our stimulated selves.

We stand on the moon.

Admiring man's greed and man's sophistication and man's wealth and education and accomplishments.

Driving cars and shooting guns, worshipping gods.

Going to heaven.

Fulfilling gods will.

Stimulants exaggerate and distort everything!

Every single one of us.

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     Mark Twain

The Damned Human Race 
  by: Mark Twain 

 I have been studying the traits and dispositions of the “lower animals” (so-called), and contrasting them with the traits and dispositions of man. I find the result humiliating to me. For it obliges me to renounce my allegiance to the Darwinian theory of the Ascent of Man from the Lower Animals; since it now seems plain to me that that theory ought to be vacated in favor of a new and truer one, this new and truer one to be named the Descent of Man from the Higher Animals. ---- In proceeding toward this unpleasant conclusion I have not guessed or speculated or conjectured, but have used what is commonly called the scientific method. That is to say, I have subjected every postulate that presented itself to the crucial test of actual experiment, and have adopted it or rejected it according to the result. Thus I verified and established each step of my course in its turn before advancing to the next. These experiments were made in the London Zoological Gardens, and covered many months of painstaking and fatiguing work. … Some of my experiments were quite curious. In the course of my reading I had come across a case where, many years ago, some hunters on our Great Plains organized a buffalo hunt for the entertainment of an English earl — that, and to provide some fresh meat for his larder. They had charming sport. They killed seventy-two of those great animals; and ate part of one of them and left the seventy-one to rot. In order to determine the difference between an anaconda and an earl — if any — I caused seven young calves to be turned into the anaconda’s cage. The grateful reptile immediately crushed one of them and swallowed it, then lay back satisfied. It showed no further interest in the calves, and no disposition to harm them. I tried this experiment with other anacondas; always with the same result. The fact stood proven that the difference between an earl and an anaconda is that the earl is cruel and the anaconda isn’t; and that the earl wantonly destroys what he has no use for, but the anaconda doesn’t. This seemed to suggest that the anaconda was not descended from the earl. It also seemed to suggest that the earl was descended from the anaconda and had lost a good deal in the transition. I was aware that many men who have accumulated more millions of money than they can ever use have shown a rabid hunger for more, and have not scrupled to cheat the ignorant and the helpless out of their poor servings in order to partially appease that appetite. I furnished a hundred different kinds of wild and tame animals the opportunity to accumulate vast stores of food, but none of them would do it. The squirrels and bees and certain birds made accumulations, but stopped when they had gathered a winter’s supply, and could not be persuaded to add to it either honestly or by chicane. In order to bolster up a tottering reputation the ant pretended to store up supplies, but I was not deceived. I know the ant. These experiments convinced me that there is this difference between man and the higher animals: He is avaricious and miserly; they are not. In the course of my experiments I convinced myself that among the animals man is the only one that harbors insults and injuries, broods over them, waits till a chance offers, then takes revenge. The passion of revenge is unknown to the higher animals. … Indecency, vulgarity, obscenity — these are strictly confined to man; he invented them. Among the higher animals there is no trace of them. They hide nothing; they are not ashamed. Man, with his soiled mind, covers himself. He will not even enter a drawing room with his breast and back naked, so alive are he and his mates to indecent suggestion. Man is “The Animal that Laughs.” But so does the monkey, as Mr. Darwin pointed out; and so does the Australian bird that is called the laughing jackass. No — Man is the Animal that Blushes. He is the only one that does it — or has occasion to. … The higher animals engage in individual fights, but never in organized masses. Man is the only animal that deals in that atrocity of atrocities, War. He is the only one that gathers his brethren about him and goes forth in cold blood and with calm pulse to exterminate his kind. He is the only animal that for sordid wages will march out, as the Hessians did in our Revolution and as the boyish Prince Napoleon did in the Zulu war, and help to slaughter strangers of his own species who have done him no harm and with whom he has no quarrel. Man is the only animal that robs his helpless fellow of his country takes possession of it and drives him out of it or destroys him. Man has done this in all the ages. There is not an acre of ground on the globe that is in possession of its rightful owner, or that has not been taken away from owner after owner, cycle after cycle, by force and bloodshed. Man is the only Slave. And he is the only animal who enslaves. He has always been a slave in one form or another, and has always held other slaves in bondage under him in one way or another. In our day he is always some man’s slave for wages, and does that man’s work; and this slave has other slaves under him for minor wages, and they do his work. The higher animals are the only ones who exclusively do their own work and provide their own living. Man is the only Patriot. He sets himself apart in his own country, under his own flag, and sneers at the other nations, and keeps multitudinous uniformed assassins on hand at heavy expense to grab slices of other people’s countries, and keep them from grabbing slices of his. And in the intervals between campaigns he washes the blood off his hands and works for “the universal brotherhood of man” — with his mouth. Man is the Religious Animal. He is the only Religious Animal. He is the only animal that has the True Religion — several of them. He is the only animal that loves his neighbor as himself, and cuts his throat if his theology isn’t straight. He has made a graveyard of the globe in trying his honest best to smooth his brother’s path to happiness and heaven. He was at it in the time of the Caesars, he was at it in Mahomet’s time, he was at it in the time of the Inquisition, he was at it in France a couple of centuries, he was at it in England in Mary’s day, he has been at it ever since he first saw the light, he is at it today in Crete — as per the telegrams quoted above — he will be at it somewhere else tomorrow. The higher animals have no religion. And we are told that they are going to be left out, in the Hereafter. I wonder why? It seems questionable taste. Man is the Reasoning Animal. Such is the claim. I think it is open to dispute. Indeed, my experiments have proven to me that he is the Unreasoning Animal. Note his history, as sketched above. It seems plain to me that whatever he is he is not a reasoning animal. His record is the fantastic record of a maniac. I consider that the strongest count against his intelligence is the fact that with that record back of him he blandly sets himself up as the head animal of the lot: Whereas by his own standards he is the bottom one. In truth, man is incurably foolish. Simple things which the other animals easily learn, he is incapable of learning. Among my experiments was this. In an hour I taught a cat and a dog to be friends. I put them in a cage. In another hour I taught them to be friends with a rabbit. In the course of two days I was able to add a fox, a goose, a squirrel and some doves. Finally a monkey. They lived together in peace; even affectionately. Next, in another cage I confined an Irish Catholic from Tipperary, and as soon as he seemed tame I added a Scotch Presbyterian from Aberdeen. Next a Turk from Constantinople; a Greek Christian from Crete; an Armenian; a Methodist from the wilds of Arkansas; a Buddhist from China; a Brahman from Benares. Finally, a Salvation Army Colonel from Wapping. Then I stayed away two whole days. When I came back to note results, the cage of Higher Animals was all right, but in the other there was but a chaos of gory odds and ends of turbans and fezzes and plaids and bones and flesh — not a specimen left alive. These Reasoning Animals had disagreed on a theological detail and carried the matter to a Higher Court. One is obliged to concede that in true loftiness of character, Man cannot claim to approach even the meanest of the Higher Animals. It is plain that he is constitutionally incapable of approaching that altitude; that he is constitutionally afflicted with a Defect which must make such approach forever impossible, for it is manifest that this defect is permanent in him, indestructible, ineradicable. I find this Defect to be the Moral Sense. He is the only animal that has it. It is the secret of his degradation. It is the quality which enables him to do wrong. It has no other office. It is incapable of performing any other function. It could never have been intended to perform any other. Without it, man could do no wrong. He would rise at once to the level of the Higher Animals. Since the Moral Sense has but the one office, the one capacity — to enable man to do wrong — it is plainly without value to him. It is as valueless to him as is disease. In fact, it manifestly is a disease. Rabies is bad, but it is not so bad as this disease. Rabies enables a man to do a thing which he could not do when in a healthy state: kill his neighbor with a poisonous bite. No one is the better man for having rabies. The Moral Sense enables a man to do wrong. It enables him to do wrong in a thousand ways. Rabies is an innocent disease, compared to the Moral Sense. No one, then, can be the better man for having the Moral Sense. What, now, do we find the Primal Curse to have been? Plainly what it was in the beginning: the infliction upon man of the Moral Sense; the ability to distinguish good from evil; and with it, necessarily, the ability to do evil; for there can be no evil act without the presence of consciousness of it in the doer of it. And so I find that we have descended and degenerated, from some far ancestor — some microscopic atom wandering at its pleasure between the mighty horizons of a drop of water perchance — insect by insect, animal by animal, reptile by reptile, down the long highway of smirchless innocence, till we have reached the bottom stage of development — namable as the Human Being. Below us – nothing. …

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