Look folks, for 11 months out of the year, the human race is hell bent on killing or abusing or taking advantage of each other. The base philosophy of look out for number one, or the other base philosophy of "it looks hostile, lets kill it." runs rampant.
Then, comes December, and the world does a complete one eighty, "Peace on earth and good will towards men."
I mean, why bother pretending, what is really meant is "peace on earth, goodwill towards men, until next month when we start blowing you to bloody scraps again."
I mean when you think about it, ever since mankind became 'civilized,' the race has been doing everything it can to kill off someone else.
Actually, it began before that. You see, back in the time of the first humans, Grok got really mad with ugah, and after a few minutes of getting nowhere with his fists and teeth, happened to pick up a heavy tree branch and brought it down on Ugah's head. He saw the skull cave in, brains and blood begin to leak out and knew he had something good.
Sometime later, Ugah's brother, Mogah discovered that you could tie a sharp rock to a club. He did that, took a swing at Grok and Grok got a new nick name, One Armed Grok.
Well, Grok's kids and descendants all heard the story about how Mogah and his kin became the clan leaders. One day, Torok, Grok's great great great grandson discovered how to make points out of flint. He made a large point, tied it to a long straight limb, and proceeded to push it through Dogah's belly. Dogah, being the great great great grandson of Mogah. (this was also the invention of the shish kabob.)
The rest is history as they say, we now have wonderful things that when you step on them, they pop up six feet off the ground and blow your head off. Or the little item that if it hits a city, everyone in it dies immediately.
Yep, peace on earth, good will towards men.... at least for a month..... then it is back to the same old daily grind, kill and be killed.
