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God made them what they am today. I hope he's satisfied.

I really don't know what to make of it:
I took a quiz in Dagbladet--a Norwegian newspaper--
which proposed to show me what kind of ape I am related to.
As it turns out, I am more or less a chimpanzee.
I guess I should have known that.

I am not sure I wanted to know that, although I should have
been prepared:  Motor Vehicles took my picture this morning,
which will remind me every time I show my driver's license.

The academic geniuses of the Far Right, who inhabit
the primeval forests of throwback religion and politics--
people like Christine O'Donnell and Sister Sarah and God's
Angle, Sharron, stoutly deny that we are related to apes, at all.
I think it was the former self-admitted witch, who now denies
that she said what she said, who offered a clinching argument:
If evolution is happening, why aren't apes producing more
human beings?  (Our educational system is in a shambles!)
No scientist says that humans descended from apes:
apes and human beings have common ancestors, way back.

Still, Dagbladet confidently asserts that I resemble a chimpanzee.
My driver's license photo will make the facial resemblance clear.
I stood in front of a mirror and checked my knuckle drag:
not much comfort there, either.  A balding chimp with eyeglasses!

Ah, well!  At least I am not related to God's Angle, Sharron,
or Christine, or Sarah, or maybe not even Michele Bachmann.
They are confident that they have not descended.
They have been practically perfect, right from the beginning,
about 4004 B.C.  God made them what they are.  Blame him!

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