(Posted by AR -- Bill's velveteen rabbit companion)
One of the truly amazing things about humans is how they always want to discuss how they feel about God and religion. Now, my head is admittedly full of stuffing, but here's the way I see it.
Either there is a God or there isn't a God. I suppose that there could be a God only on the first Tuesday of every month or southwest of Cincinnati, but that prospect makes the stuffing in my head hurt.
If there isn't a God, humans are spending their time arguing about nothing. Considering the number of Chicago Cubs fans out there, however, this type of irrational behavior among humans is totally believable.
If there is a God, though, I ask you -- would the omnipotent Creator of the universes lose a lot of sleep over whether any of the humans debating His/Her/Its existence reached a positive conclusion? I think that humans must think rather too much of themselves.
But I'm avoiding the question, I suppose -- do I believe in God? Look, guys, I'm a rabbit. A stuffed rabbit, to boot. I believe in carrots and sex. Maybe you find that shallow -- but it's certainly more intelligent than rooting for the Cubs (the baseball team -- not the species). But I'll tell you one thing: if, when the time comes, I go to that great landfill in the sky, and I find out that there isn't a God, I'm going to miss Him (Her/It -- OK, PC enough?)
Friday, September 23, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Predators
(Posted by AR -- Bill's velveteen rabbit companion)
You have to realize that, when you're a rabbit, you're really pretty vulnerable. There are a lot of predators out there -- wolves, foxes, dogs. . . Even when you're a stuffed rabbit, there are stuffed dogs (well, maybe not so many stuffed wolves and foxes.) I do have a dog friend, but he's an agreeable sort who seems to prefer Thai food.
My point is that I don't understand why you humans are so afraid of everything. I mean, you can leave your houses anytime you want without getting assaulted by a larger animal. Even more amazing, since you don't have any natural predators, you seem to have filled the gap by attacking each other. I really don't get it -- is it because you're bored? Life without foxes chasing you is so boring that you have to kill each other?
If that's what happens when a species lacks predators, well, I'm glad that we have foxes and wolves. I'd rather be hunted than turn on my own species.
You have to realize that, when you're a rabbit, you're really pretty vulnerable. There are a lot of predators out there -- wolves, foxes, dogs. . . Even when you're a stuffed rabbit, there are stuffed dogs (well, maybe not so many stuffed wolves and foxes.) I do have a dog friend, but he's an agreeable sort who seems to prefer Thai food.
My point is that I don't understand why you humans are so afraid of everything. I mean, you can leave your houses anytime you want without getting assaulted by a larger animal. Even more amazing, since you don't have any natural predators, you seem to have filled the gap by attacking each other. I really don't get it -- is it because you're bored? Life without foxes chasing you is so boring that you have to kill each other?
If that's what happens when a species lacks predators, well, I'm glad that we have foxes and wolves. I'd rather be hunted than turn on my own species.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Tropical Storm Irene
(Posted by AR -- Bill's velveteen rabbit companion)
You humans are a reasonably good lot -- on the whole -- but you really bother me when you say insensitive things. For example, some humans have said that the media overhyped Irene. Now when you're only 9 inches tall (as I am -- with ears fully-extended), several inches of rain is definitely problematic. But that doesn't resonate with humans -- just because they're all giants, they don't seem to think that several inches of rain is a problem.
Interestingly enough, humans are the same way with each other. They seem to care so passionately about what happened to Caylee Anderson and, admittedly, that is important. But a few hundred thousand kids die in Africa, and everybody says "What a shame -- is there any news about Caylee? I wasn't on the jury, of course, but I just know that her mother did it." Is it because most of these kids in Africa are black and Caylee was a cute little white kid?
Hey, remember -- I'm a stuffed animal. I totally get "cute". "Cute" can get you pretty far -- I have to admit that I've played that card to the hilt myself. But here's my question -- don't you humans feel like you have things just a little out of proportion sometimes?
You humans are a reasonably good lot -- on the whole -- but you really bother me when you say insensitive things. For example, some humans have said that the media overhyped Irene. Now when you're only 9 inches tall (as I am -- with ears fully-extended), several inches of rain is definitely problematic. But that doesn't resonate with humans -- just because they're all giants, they don't seem to think that several inches of rain is a problem.
Interestingly enough, humans are the same way with each other. They seem to care so passionately about what happened to Caylee Anderson and, admittedly, that is important. But a few hundred thousand kids die in Africa, and everybody says "What a shame -- is there any news about Caylee? I wasn't on the jury, of course, but I just know that her mother did it." Is it because most of these kids in Africa are black and Caylee was a cute little white kid?
Hey, remember -- I'm a stuffed animal. I totally get "cute". "Cute" can get you pretty far -- I have to admit that I've played that card to the hilt myself. But here's my question -- don't you humans feel like you have things just a little out of proportion sometimes?
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