Had the day off and went to the
The Darwin Exhibition at the Natural History Museum. In an attempt to get healthy we decided to walk there, though I took a bit of circuitous route and after an hour of walking we were still some way away. I had pre-booked tickets for 2.30pm and unsure of whether we'd lose our place if we weren't there on time we took a cab for the last bit. My old bones were aching from the exercise. I need to get back down the gym.
I had chosen a Monday afternoon to visit the exhibition because I had thought that there would be fewer kids there, but of course, had forgotten it was the Easter holidays. The place was rammed with mewling and puking infants and if that wasn't bad enough some idiot had filled the place with massive skellingtons of fantastical monsters. The queues to the toilet were so long that my poor girlfriend had to forgo the relief of micturation, though being a man I was able to make a quick visit to the nevertheless overflowing (with people) gents' toilet.
Then we dashed to find the exhibition, trying to navigate our way through the crowds. There were so many tiny humans getting in my way and I was so stressed by our dash that I wanted to punch these children in the face to get them out of my way. And yet if I had done that, it would have been me who would have got into trouble. Thanks to political correctness gone mad it is now frowned upon for a man to punch a child who has got in his way in a stressful situation. Where will this desire to treat all human beings as equal ever end?
We made it in time and, in any case I think it wouldn't have mattered if we'd been late as there was no tour or massive ordering to the event. And it was so full of people at the start, jostling to read all the displays, some people deliberately moving in the way of the signs and exhibits if you tried to find a place to view them from. I thought it was going to be Hell, but of course, human nature being what it is, it was only the first few displays that everyone was intent on reading every word about and once the size of the exhibition became clear people were less fastidious and selfish.
Darwin was an amazing man and his story and discoveries are things that everyone should know. And yet some people still choose to dismiss evolution and genetics despite the overwhelming evidence. It's incredible how hard it was and how reluctant Darwin was to reveal his theory, because he knew how freaked out religious people would be by it. Indeed the presumption that the world was only 6000 years old (due to stringent belief in the Bible) was one of the things that kept the theory of evolution from being considered sooner. Plus the arrogance of humanity that I was talking about yesterday, which made it impossible for some people to accept that we were just animals and no more important or significant that any of the other creatures on Earth.
Once again religion not only promotes stupidity and arrogance, but it also is able to challenge truths based on facts with the power of guesses based on faith. Our lives are all the more rich and amazing if you believe in evolution than if you believe in God. But do keep it up you idiots and just dismiss all the evidence and sensible interpretation of data. God was surely testing us by putting all those fossils there and by making us all so that it appeared we all evolved from common ancestors. Even though most human beings would never know about any of this stuff, or the existence of millions of the species of slightly different birds and lizards.
And to all you racists out there, you'll be put out to hear that all human beings share common ancestors in Africa from just 100,000 years ago. We're all African. We're all the same. Racial differences are just the way we adapted to our environment. So kill each other based on the belief that God favours your flavour of human or because you think you were in a certain place first. But you're all from Africa originally. Or from the sea if you want to go back far enough. So you'll have to think of other excuses for killing each other.
Walking back from the museum (really getting some exercise in now) we passed what had once been
The Hand Job Centre, but what now appeared to be merely a very expensive petrol station (£1.40 odd for a litre of unleaded). First the Tales of Robin Hood, now the Hand Job Centre... are all the places of my comedic fascination going tits up? And has it been my mockery of said institutions that has hastened their demise? The world is a less good place without the Hand Job Centre in it. And without papier mache models of Friar Tuck eating a drumstick.
It's like everything I believe in is being destroyed. It's some kind of social Darwinism.
Thanks for your views on the poster. This is the final version.
