All things dull and ugly, all creatures great and squat....
Really,
One remarkable proof for the non-existance of a loving God-
The coincidence of the sense of smell and breathing through my nose, combined with the cleaning of my cat's litter box.
From a Natural Selection standpoint, smell is more clearly a maladaptive trait for those who own cats. Thus, the increase in the population of Crazy Cat Ladies (manicus felinus) will not be any remarkable kind of trend, owing to their remarkable ability to surpress their smelling capabilities. Insanity of this kind simply doesn't make for good breeding choices, short of some sort of bestial relationship that will produce miscarriages at its very best.
The theistic argument requires that God created us as we were, and subsequent claims that we chose to domesticate wild, smelly creatures simply hold no ground if one keeps believing that malarky about how it's all in God's plan. I mean, if religious genocide still fits in the bill (God's Plan: ONE NIGHT ONLY!), you think the smell of catshit would be an easy fit.
Whoever says that evolution is cold and heartless never paused to consider the hypothetical decrease in cat ownership. What a wonderful world.
Admittedly, Mr. Darwin might not entirely be pleased about the reducing of his masterful work on his 200th birthday to, essentially, kitty litter. But really, those lovable furry creatures produce some of the most vile-smelling products known. It's probably the reason that poofy cats are 'affectionately' named Poopsy. It's the subtle revenges, or at least, the decadent humour of someone who can employ maids to clean up after the smelly little vermin.
One remarkable proof for the non-existance of a loving God-
The coincidence of the sense of smell and breathing through my nose, combined with the cleaning of my cat's litter box.
From a Natural Selection standpoint, smell is more clearly a maladaptive trait for those who own cats. Thus, the increase in the population of Crazy Cat Ladies (manicus felinus) will not be any remarkable kind of trend, owing to their remarkable ability to surpress their smelling capabilities. Insanity of this kind simply doesn't make for good breeding choices, short of some sort of bestial relationship that will produce miscarriages at its very best.
The theistic argument requires that God created us as we were, and subsequent claims that we chose to domesticate wild, smelly creatures simply hold no ground if one keeps believing that malarky about how it's all in God's plan. I mean, if religious genocide still fits in the bill (God's Plan: ONE NIGHT ONLY!), you think the smell of catshit would be an easy fit.
Whoever says that evolution is cold and heartless never paused to consider the hypothetical decrease in cat ownership. What a wonderful world.
Admittedly, Mr. Darwin might not entirely be pleased about the reducing of his masterful work on his 200th birthday to, essentially, kitty litter. But really, those lovable furry creatures produce some of the most vile-smelling products known. It's probably the reason that poofy cats are 'affectionately' named Poopsy. It's the subtle revenges, or at least, the decadent humour of someone who can employ maids to clean up after the smelly little vermin.