The aliens that colonized Earth didn't factor in the inbreeding.

There are far worse fates than being alone.

With children growing up being told not to keep score in their pee wee soccer, football, and baseball games, there's the underlying passive-aggressive message that if you do keep score, you've somehow lost. So it is with religion recently. If you concoct an argument you've somehow lost by admitting that you have something to prove. The consequence is that everyone just stands around and mutters, "A priori." Except they don't know what that means, so they say, "My God's the best times infinity." In the end, the best we can hope for is that people understand the words they are willing to post on street corners in Des Moines.

See, in the past it was more of a "My God's the best because he let me pick up this sword and slice you open." I can accept such pragmatism. It's hard to argue with results. But what I appreciate most is that the person with the sword acknowledges that there is an argument to be had, that the solution is uncertain, and that's just fine.

On some level I suppose I appreciate the inability to comprehend one's own failures. It certainly results in less angry, hopeless people, and that results in less extreme and potentially harmful actions toward others in society. But then there's another part of me that thinks of humanity as my favorite sports team. While the rest of the universe may laugh as some schmuck gets hit in the head with the ball, I somehow feel tied to the incompetence.

To be frank, I'm not sure whether I am more upset at the actual display of incompetence or that such people were allowed into the position to display the incompetence.

Maybe a $5 beer in a plastic cup will help...