thence ... etc. etc. a whole species went Tits-Up?

[Scenes of a Nike store: trashed by mindless herds of untethered homo-saps, in buying-estrus.]

LRPD reminds, also too:

Remember, people in 1900 didn't know what an atom was. They didn't know its structure.

They also didn't know what a radio was, or an airport, or a movie, or a television, or a computer, or a cell phone, or a jet, an antibiotic, a rocket, a satellite, an MRI, ICU, IUD, IBM, IRA, ERA, EEG, EPA, IRS, DOD, PCP, HTML, internet. interferon, instant replay, remote sensing, remote control, speed dialing, gene therapy, gene splicing, genes, spot welding, heat-seeking, bipolar, prozac, leotards, lap dancing, email, tape recorder, CDs, airbags, plastic explosive, plastic, robots, cars, liposuction, transduction, superconduction, dish antennas, step aerobics, smoothies, twelve-step, ultrasound, nylon, rayon, teflon, fiber optics, carpal tunnel, laser surgery, laparoscopy, corneal transplant, kidney transplant, AIDS... None of this would have meant anything to a person in the year 1900. They wouldn't know what you are talking about.

Also, they had no idea where Hiroshima was, nor had the physicists yet known *SIn


* entirely non-Denominational, Sin sans ©, ™, natch.

Thanks. (I have my version, early on.)

Cured me of ever "hunting" any creature save for abject survival: a need I have escaped, via the happenstance of birth locale. I just then felt that nexus of reasons why killing for trophies?
diseased ego + idiot hormones? could really Fuck-Up a psyche. (But I didn't know those words then ..well, likely one of them..)

The al punte poem reminds why I never begrudge the time to take a spider outside. And cringe when Dyson owners speak of how handy the infernal machine is for: that instant disposal,
a tribal fetish I guess. Added to personal list: Deplorables.