[TheRealThing]

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This may well be the saddest, yet funniest post yet. Get over yourself, Forum Boy. Wait, perhaps you could pardon yourself when your own predictable zealotry blows up in your face. But, we'll see.

Meanwhile you the son of the immaculate projection, presume to pass judgment on absolutely anybody to include even the writers of the canon, (and that for any reason which may suit your defining purpose which, is a perpetual defense of humanism BTW), who doesn't happen to line up with your godless views.

In any case where your own particular self proclaimed gift for clairvoyance is concerned, I will continue to accept current events as I see them, and consider valid the writings of the true prophets. At this point of my post, I started to tell you to go ahead and follow your own star. But for the reasons following, thought better of it.

As you are an adherent of Darwinism, it occurred to me while reading Edmund Burke, that I may have been a little too generous in having originally 'classified' you as one of the four donkeymen. Said Burke, "By this unprincipled facility of changing the state as often, and as much, and in as many ways, as there are floating fancies or fashions, the whole chain of continuity of the commonwealth would be broken. No one generation could link with the other. Men would become little better than the flies of summer."

Thomas Jefferson's stated sentiments in the Declaration of Independence no doubt reflect the views of Sir Edmund; JEFFERSON--- "Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed."

Therefore cometh your corrected classification, as you take your rightful place among 'the flies of summer.' Or as I once saw written on the proverbial wall, "50 billion flies can't be wrong." So as you can see concerning all those on your particular evolutionary rung, any particular reference to direction would be inapplicable. Just keep on buzzing endlessly in those imperfect circles summer fly. Because no matter how many laps you make, your end will always be the same as your beginning. I mean, how could a fly, which knows only what it wants even if the smell is questionable, ever comprehend principles like the common good, or self sacrifice in the name of freedom?