My child is genetically superior to your child and could totally beat him up

With rising health costs and the dramatic loss in public interest in the sciences it has become a concern whether or not our children are living up to their potential. The scary thing I propose is; what if they are? What if our crime rate is due to genetically inferior beings being born to genetically inferior parents? Are you a product of your make-up? Research has an answer to that and the newest details say yes. Yes it is. The solution to this and many other problems should and could be humanitarian Eugenics. By humanitarian Eugenics I mean that we should view this problem not by exterminating undesirables from the gene pool but instead weeding them out through successive generations of selective breeding programs.

            Another way toward this goal would be the abortion of unwanted and genetically inferior fetuses inspected via genome sequencing in utero (Mattei 505). What if, to say, you and your significant other found out that you were having a baby? Mazel tov! After either celebrating or crying over your ruined life you find out that the baby, through non-invasive prenatal testing (Meehan, 87), your unborn bundle of joy, will come out with fully formed Down’s syndrome? Would you want to keep it knowing its quality of life would be hindered and even more important, your quality of life? Would you want to know this before going through with your pregnancy? Unless you are a religious zealot you’d probably opt for an abortion, thus saving your time and money and that of our American healthcare system.

            The problem that comes up most often when the subject of eugenics is that we all supposedly have a right to reproduce and every unborn child deserves a chance. What if you knew your child would not have a fair advantage due to being severely retarded or perhaps is a carrier of a terminal virus? Would you really want that child to live that life?

            My problem with our current society is that we still hold to the motto that every man (and woman) is created equal. If people would just open their eyes, they would realize that this is definitely not true. Take me for example. I’m short and heavy set. I have a predisposition to drugs and alcohol and I encompass a myriad of emotional and mental disorders. Thankfully, I have found the right treatments for my ailments but am I really equal to a taller, more athletic, genius level IQ man or woman with no mental disorders? No. In fact, my reproducing could be harmful for the population at large, seeing as I would be passing my ill-gotten genes onto a poor unknowing little person, dooming them to a life time of mental and physical anguish. Plus, a taller, sexier person is more fun to look at.

            Should I be able to reproduce and burden society with my offspring? The answer is no. That would, in a perfect world, be a crime. However, there have been advancements in the fields of genetic engineering and cell surgery to produce the best our genomes have to offer (Fox 1). However, this is still years away from being a viable option for near do well prospective parents.

            In a chat with a like-minded colleague (Erin Chamblee), we have devised a plan that would cut down on unwanted pregnancies and that of offspring with ill-gotten genetic traits. I propose that we institute a licensing program instituted by the government Board of Health. Just the way you’d get a license to drive, you should be tested and pass a survey of qualities and IQ tests in order to reproduce.

            Far be it from me to ask that all of humanity submit to these sorts of tests, but this is in a perfect world; imagine no disease, cancer, mental illness, or violence. Who knows what the world would have been like if Osama Bin Laden’s mother had to have herself, and her mate, tested prior to producing him? It would have never come to term because we would of, first, denied them the right to make him and second, as a fetus, genetically screen him for aggressive and homicidal traits Based on said homicidal traits, he would be aborted.

            I know that many people would love to become parents, but I should draw a distinction between want and need. People may want to reproduce but it’s almost never taken into consideration whether or not this would be good for humanity at large.

            I bring upon the idea brought on by evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins, in response to those who oppose abortion, who introduced me to the idea of the Beethoven fallacy (Dawkins, 298). The Beethoven fallacy states that if you abort your baby, you could of just aborted the next Beethoven or Einstein. My problem with this is that for one, what if it became the next Hitler? Another thing would be to reiterate the fact that if your genealogy has no spectacular academics or family with any certain positive trait, then you will most likely produce an average to below average child.

            The idea that everyone is entitled to offspring is outdated in my opinion. Another nail in the pro-life coffin is the fact that we already have so many people on this Earth that there is already a shortage of food and medicinal care for everyone. Sooner or later a quarter of humanity will die out in a Darwinian fashion. We must think Darwinian if we are to progress in this life.

            The majority of humanity may very well oppose the concept of eugenics, but I think the Nazis using it gave it in the way that they did gave it a bad rap. I am not talking about genocide, but instead implementing a licensing program with existing human beings. Those who qualify for reproduction will be able to breed legally and those unfit will not.

            It is supposed that reproduction is a basic human right and obviously those who subscribe to pretty much any religion in existence will oppose the idea. But to them I ask, why let unfit and abusive beings reproduce and bring a child who may be overly aggressive by design into a violent and / or oppressively poor household (I say poor, both in the financial sense as well as emotionally and intellectually).  A child may be doomed to repeat mistakes that his or her parents have previously done and would do so in the sense of nature and nurture.

            The idea that a fetus must not be aborted does not actually appear anywhere in the standard King James Bible, in which most Christian religions take their teachings from. The hypocrisy of the situation is that it does however teach the concept of ‘an eye for an eye’, stating that those who commit certain crimes should not be subject to God’s punishment and mercy (he’s pretty big on that in the New Testament), but instead we as humans dole out his wrath.

            Why must we draw the distinction here? We get rid of those who are undesirable and unfit for civilized society yet we do not give this same distinction toward those who have yet to be produced via the tried and true method of sperm and egg unitization. We have the capability not to do this and it will only gain acceptance as the newer generations accept the sciences as a rock solid fact of life.

            Religion and fundamentalism are on the decline as society begins to think for themselves, but there is still a strong right in this country and it is very vocal despite its declining numbers. Hopeful successes have already come to fruition with a newly elected mostly liberal congress and forward thinking president.

            Again, as I said, I am not stating that we euthanize those less desirable than the top percent, but it would be a good start to sterilize those with a family history of vagrancy and poor living skills. It has been said that your genetics do not determine the person you are. Happily this myth is being debunked little by little every day as science progresses.

You are your genes. Do you really want to pass them on?

 

Dawkins, Richard, The God Delusion, Oxford Press, 2006

Fox, Dave, The Illiberality of ‘Liberal Eugenics’, Journal Compilation 2007, 1-25

Meehan, Mary, Eugenics Triumphant in Prenatal Testing, Human Life Review, Fall 2012, Vol. 35 Issue 4, p87-104

Mattei, Jean Francois, Humanity and Human DNA, European Journal of Medical Genetics, 2012, 503-509

Holland, Brian, Way Down The Line, Ixnay on the Hombre, 1996

It's National Vegetarian Day everybody!!!

Reasons to kill animals for food:

Animals to eat and why it’s important to kill them for food.

Many people who eat meat and even more who don’t have never met the animal in which they are currently digesting. There is a lot of shame in killing these poor defenseless animals because they are just so cute and they never did anything to anyone right?
Prepare to have your eyes opened…

1: Cows – Ever meet a cow? Seriously… Ever walk up to a cow and scream in its face? IT DOES NOTHING!!! I swear when I first saw one I was enthralled. I went up to it and was all nice and everything but the damn thing just stood there. I tried all sorts of things to get it to come out of its coma but nothing worked. I tried tipping it but it just moved over to the side and continued to be still.

If there was ever a useless piece of existence I ever saw it would have to be a cow.

Seriously, meet one. They’re total dicks!

2: Chickens – I honestly like chickens. I really do. They can be fun to feed and such but when it boils down to it, I don’t think it really has that much going for it in the nervous system department seeing as it’s body can last up to twenty hours without the head attached. That’s not living, that’s a zombie! And we don’t like zombies do we? We need to nip this in the butt before there’s a plague of them roaming around our cities and devouring the flesh of our children!

3: Pigs – Oh man… Where do I start? First off they are among the least active animals on the farm which in turn makes them have a higher fat content than the others.

Did you hear that? Their fat and lazy!

Not only that but did you know that a pig’s orgasm can last almost thirty minutes? Where’s the justice in that!? Fuck them! I say we all gut the son of a bitch and make pulled pork samiches!

4: Fish – A fish has a really primitive nervous system and its memory only lasts not even a second. It won’t remember anything about you cutting off its head and cooking the sweet, sweet meat inside… Besides, some fish have it coming. I’m looking at you, you stupid eels!!!

5: Cats and Dogs - Who the fuck eats cats and dogs!? Oh yeah, sorry Asia! Did you know that Beijing prohibited restaurants from serving these delicacies to foreigners for PR purposes? Could you imagine giving Micheal Phelps a cat to eat?

No sir... He's a big strong red meat kind of brute. With big tall loveliness... Feet and abs...

6: Micheal Phelps - Fuck yeah I'd swallow anything that man gives me!

I hope I've enlightened some of you. For those that still aren't convinced please do yourself a favor and go to your little studio apartment and sulk over a nice hot cup of shut the fuck up. It comes in two different flavors now, self righteous and ignorant.

I'll leave you with this little tidbit. Did you know that there are more chickens in the world than there are humans!? It's true! And the more there are the harsher it is on our resources. So when you think about it, eating chickens is really going green! You'll be helping to curb the population and you get to chicken nuggets!

It's win / win!

So go ahead and get your shotgun. That motherfucking dumbass cock sucking cow ain't gonna kill itself! (They're too stupid to commit suicide)

*Disclaimer*

I am in no way endorsing cruelty on animals (unless it's a stupid bulldog that eats cell phones and books, in which case I'm all about putting a cyanide pill into it's doggy bowl). You can raise them to be happy and healthy without all the harmful stuff. That way when you kill you know it lived to it's fullest! Walking around aimlessly for hours on end before dosing off. Every day... Every year... For their whole lives... Yup. Sounds like animals who have abstract thought.

People think that if they feel a certain way then an animal must too. I highly doubt a cat is capable of love in the way that we are. I really think it's just attached to you as a fellow animal that it's used to. They take advantage of the fact that we think they are cute and use it to get what they need. Animals (and people) are really selfish and they need to be. Survival of the fittest.

Post two of two; Why I am not afraid of death.

I remember being around nine years old. I had asked the question whether or not cats went to heaven. The Sunday school teacher said that it was only a place reserved for God's chosen. I then asked why on Earth did God create animals if he didn't care about them? I was then told that the reason for animals being on Earth was for man's enjoyment. I think my faith wavered a little at that point. Something had shifted. I loved my cat. Why didn't God love him the way that I did?

Fast forward to my first suicide, I remember being in the psych ward and having a chaplain explain to me that if you committed suicide then you were committing a sin. I asked him why would God make me suicidal and she told me that this was a choice, not a determination. From there I started to investigate the human mind. I must remind you that I am in no way a trained psychologist, so my musings are purely of my own accord. Mind you that I've been in the mental health system since I was about ten, so I feel I've gathered enough info to make an informed opinion.

The first of the falters was learning that there was such things as chemical imbalances. My initial thought was "Why would God make people have problems that he himself deplored?" It was beyond my grasp, and the start of my atheism.

I went on unadulterated though. I still went to church and took communion like a good little boy. Even thought my intellect was starting to far outreach that of my Sunday school teacher. Things like "Why don't we have genetic defects if we came from two people, and then from one family after the flood?" Oh man... They didn't like that. Another one I remember was asking whether or not it was OK to kill a lot of people when the bible said not to kill. When the Sunday school teacher said that it was not I kindly pointed out that Judges is nothing but Genocide. I was then referred to talk with my parents, who did not approve of me undermining the class.

During my teen years I was enthralled with my depression, so much that I deplored God for letting me get this way. I prayed to him every day to lift it, was I not good enough for him to heed my calls? Apparently not. I was told that God made everyone for a reason. Was mine to be made purely for suffering? I couldn't understand why a loving God would let somebody fall like that.

I tried religion again when I was in my twenties. I went to this youth group called The Edge and I was taken aback by the niceness of the crowd. They seemed to accept me. That is of course until I tried to sing for them. Mind you I was not a good singer before training. Instead of telling me that I should receive lessons these people told me to stop trying at all. What was God like in that? When I did learn how to sing they changed their tune and told me I was brilliant. What a contradiction there is there....

I remember my first suicide attempt in Colorado. I did it and was completely alone by the time I was admitted. In fact the only friends who visited me were atheists. I wondered to myself why would people who did not believe in God want to visit somebody who was trying to kill themself? I was told that since our time is short, we should value life. And thus was the beginning of my true atheism. I still remember Wendy giving me a copy of the first Harry Potter book and kissing me on the forehead.

I started thinking. Why couldn't I control these impulses? Shouldn't a creature of God be able to distinguish between right and perceived wrong? I was repulsed by the idea that God knew the past, present, and future. Therefore he knew what I was going to be even before I was born. Did we really have free will then? Did we really choose our own destiny? If we chose to kill ourselves then why would we be sentenced to hell if he already knew of our fate? Wouldn't a loving God intervene? I asked him many times to, but he listened as well as one of my previous counselors. I never got so much as a sign when I took said bottle of Tylenol.

I began to seek out alternatives to religion. The one that made the most sense was Atheism. I can't tell you why it made me feel better. By all intense and purposes it should make you feel worse. Evolution happened and God played no part in creation, at least no God we could comprehend. The more I read up about science the more at ease I felt. I was comforted in the idea that we are not special. That we shared almost ninety percent of our DNA with every living life form on Earth. That if we were to arisen spontaneously, then what about the trillions of other planets in the universe? A trillion is almost too much for a computer to comprehend, let alone the human mind. What made us so special? It was that that made me feel unique. I was the result of a sperm and egg, out of thousands, to have made me into a human.

Who knows? Anti abortionists talk about the potential of a zygote, but what about the guy who jacks off and wastes millions of sperm on a tissue? What about the girl who menstruates and ejects a valuable egg? It doesn't make sense! Why stop there? Why not outlaw masturbation? Why not outlaw menstruation? You can't. I doubt that many creationist fundamentalists ever think about this. Who can outlaw a normal human process?

I think the thing that has stopped me from committing suicide better than any "God loves you!" rhetoric has to have been the idea that this is our only stop. Once you die, that's it. No light, no afterlife, no nothing. I found solace in Richard Dawkins' book "The God Delusion" when I could find none in the bible. Believe me, I've tried. I remember being in jail and reading it page for page. My thing was that if God made us who we are, then why was I a junky? He knew before hand when making me that my life would end up this way, then why would he have even given me life knowing it would be so fucked up?

I am not set out to convert people. This is only my personal revelation (Ha!) on the subject. I no longer fear death because while I do not believe in God I do believe in fate. When and if I die it shall be of death's own time and not God's. If God truly cared about everyone then why would he administer such suffering as part of our existence? If we suffered already then why allow a place like Hell to exist? He certainly has the power then why not the chutzpah?  If he loved us so much then why would he allow an entity like Satan to exist? He is all knowing and all powerful, why allow such a thing to corrupt us men and women?

The universe is indifferent. Once you let go of God and realize this then you will harbor no ill will towards life in itself. It doesn't care about who you are or who you are born to. Many of the royals were born into a life that was plagued by inadequacies resulting from inbreeding. Did they ask to be hemophiliacs? No. They may have been born privileged but they certainly didn't ask to die if they got a minor cut. Such things are arguments for God's existence.

I believe that when I die I will feel nothing. I've been through a coma. It was like blinking one minute and opening my eyes the second. Only thing was that a week had passed and I felt nothing. It was a blink to me. Death to me is like this blink, only it never ends. You won't know you are dead. It's been proven that even the light in the tunnel you experience is that of your brain shutting down. I've experienced this and thought nothing more of it than what it was. A brain defect.

I'm sorry if I don't offer consolation to those who have died. I want nothing more than for people to be happy. My only offering is that the dead felt nothing. They are in peace because they feel nothing. Death is a part of life and only an idealist would consider the idea of somebody living past their bodies. Is that so bad? I mean, you wouldn't even know! You'd be dead!

In closing, is it really so horrible to die? The dead feel nothing. You will always have your memories, so will the people who come after you. When you think of it you have been dead billions of years before you came into existence, why would it bother you that you wouldn't exist for a billion more? We are only on this Earth for a little bit of time. Make the most of it because it's the only life we have.

I will leave now just saying this. If we are truly autonomous in this life, then why waste it on thinking that a man upstairs (It in of itself is egocentric thinking that it would be a he) would care about what you do in your bedroom? I am homosexual and I honestly can't help the way I feel. I've tried to sleep with girls but it really felt like the pieces didn't fit. I remember my first consensual homosexual experience as being one of dread and fear. Why did it feel so damn right if it was so horribly wrong in God's eyes? This was before I learned of the hormone Adrogen that was introduced during the embryos first stages. This was before I learned of the psychological factors that played a role in it. I was a scared young twenty one year old who only knew that it felt right. Why would God make me feel so right doing something that he himself deplored? Later I learned about how most of the mammal species exhibited the same behavior. Why would God give no free will to animals yet allow them to fuck another one of their own gender? Animals know no different. Why would he condemn such an act if he himself gave them no right to do so?

I am not afraid of death because I am not afraid of God's judgment. It's as simple as that. When you let go of him then you let go of centuries of being told what to do. Do what feels right, as long as it doesn't hurt anyone. After all, we only have a short time on this Earth. Why not make it pleasant for everyone around us? :-)

~David McGhee

First of two new posts.

So it seems that my internet connection has been severed. Who knew that paying the bill was so important? I am currently sending you this through the wifi provided by Starbucks. Whether or not they will kick me out due to my non purchase use has yet to be seen.

I used to work at Starbucks. Did you know that? I remember this cool tall blond guy and these two little girls that worked with me. The tall blond guy was catholic and I was borderline out of the closet. Only close friends knew. Actually only people who were gay knew. Like this other guy who used to come in and get coffee. Him and his female boss. I used to comp them all the time.

I wish I remembered the names of these people. The two girls, one was a taller white girl with long brown hair and the other was a short Hispanic lady. The white girl would talk to me about books while the shorter one would converse about matters of the local music scene. Fun times.

I wish I wasn't the way I am. I feel as if I am incapable of feeling for others. I am selfish and I tend to think about myself more than necessary. This doesn't mean that I don't observe people though. I can do that very, very well.

Take my ex best friend for example. His parents divorced when he was young and his brother was a delinquent. From talking to him and having him open up I assume that he had tried to patch things up with his parents but that did not work. Therefore he developed a psychosis where he felt that he had nothing good to say, so he just decided to say nothing at all.

I wanted friendship and affection from him. I suppose I was in the wrong to expect so much from another human being as hurt as I am, even if he doesn't see it.

We are currently not talking. The sharpest pain in recent memory was when he denied my friend request on Facebook. How sad is that? I thought we were so close but I suppose we were always like oil and water. I would float to the surface and talk too much and expect it in return while he just stayed on the bottom, not communicating and content to live out his life in mediocrity.  He has so much to offer but he doesn't want to do the work. Sometimes I feel like that then I get motivated and I go on a kick for a little while before settling back down into a debilitating depression.

I am not skinny to the point where I'd be happy.

I am not tall like the friends and lovers I acquire.

I am not as smart as I'd like to be.

Other physical attributes could be more robust.

I'm getting better at accepting these things but without any friends it's pretty hard to go through life without any encouragement. I certainly don't get it from my father. The little bit I do get comes from this girl Alecia. But I feel sometimes that it's a friendship of convenience.

I want to be with my bigger brother and hang out with my niece Amber, but because of her and my father this is not possible. I do not want to jeopardize my housing situation by reaching out to them. My own family. Sometimes I feel as if I am older and more mature than my father.

I remember the time I told him he was being childish. He then turned around and told me that if he was being childish then he would shut off the power, which is in his name. Nice going Dad. Bastard.

I still love him, just not the idea of him.

Does that make sense?

I have been thinking a lot about one of the best relationships I've ever had. His name was Sean and he was just perfect in every way. Not just physically mind you, but emotionally and intellectually as well! He brought me to the museum for a date! How cool is that? Plus he was very gentle and I felt like I was safe with him. Normally bigger guys scare me but I felt good in his arms.

I miss him so much. I wish I wasn't too much for him, as I normally am...

I'd give anything to be in someone's arms right now.