by Captain Paul Watson

The official planetary human population is officially said to be 8 billion of us, give or take a few hundred million. The exact number is unknown.

What does this mean aside from the fact that there were only 3 billion people on the planet the year that I was born and it has more than doubled in one generation? Will it keep expanding despite the fact that we have exceeded the carrying capacity of our species. The cost of our expansion is the removal of the carrying capacity of all other species.

I am presently sitting on a boat on a river connected to an ocean that exists as a thin layer of moisture on the outside of a relatively small rock somewhere inside an outer remote spiral arm of the Milky Way galaxy. This little blue and white ball of spinning mud is orbiting an average yellow star and sharing the experience with a diversity of wondrous living fellow Earthling beings, including some seven billion silly little monkeys just like me and you.

The latest estimates from the star gazing scientist crowd is that there could be as many as sixty billion possible inhabited planets in our galaxy alone. And of course there is an infinity of possibilities of life evolving elsewhere. So many unknown beings, completely oblivious to us, spread across the vast expanse of the universe. And of course we are also oblivious to not only extraterrestrial life but we are pretty much oblivious to most non-human life on our little planetoid careening through the cosmos.

For the last few thousand years we humanoid monkey creatures i.e. primates have been having one hell of a party at the expense of practically every other species on the planet. We don’t treat many of them with respect or even mild consideration, even the ones that look like us, like for example, the chimps and the apes or even those with larger more complex brains like whales and dolphins. In fact we give most other species very little thought even when we’re eating them or using them to work for us. We tend to give them more thought when we’re killing them for pleasure or simply because we don’t like them.

For the most part we, the hairless monkeys, well relatively hairless anyhow, give little thought to where we came from, who we are, or where we are going. We are content as long as there is something to eat and drink, something to buy, another monkey to copulate or play with, or we have enough of a variety of stimulants and entertainment devices and the opportunity to throw balls around together.

We monkeys on the spinning mud ball by the way absolutely love anything to do with a ball. We like to throw balls, catch balls, kick balls, hit balls or better yet we love to watch other monkey creatures like ourselves throw balls, catch balls, kick balls and hit balls. Nothing gets a Homo sapiens more excited than the image of some ball passing between two posts, being tossed into some hoop or smacked with a stick into some distant hole in the ground. Some are partial to knocking a little dimpled ball through the open mouth of some moving clown, and past the little windmills. I mean it makes about as much sense as the bigger version except the smaller version is more amusing and less expensive and does not waste as much land.

We go through life believing that we monkeys are the pinnacle of creation, in fact some of us think there is even a big angry all powerful monkey in the sky who created us in his own image. … Continued on Paul Watson’s Facebook page …