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Have you ever wondered why there is a male and female version of the species? Why not simultaneous hermaphrodites?

Take worms, for example. Each worm contains both male and female sex organs and can both inseminate the other with sperm, fertilise each other’s eggs, and give birth.
By the way, they have epic lovemaking sessions, that far outlast humans .
Yet some species do not copulate at all, they have virgin births – totally self-seeded.
If I were a worm, I would hope to be the former.

Human being in general are divided into males and females (I shan’t go into the exceptions here).
Men are generally built taller and stronger, but can’t give birth.
Women are shorter and slimmer, but can.
Why?

This is not a feminist blog, but as we are looking at the differences, and the sameness, of the sexes, it has to come into it.

Women, for millennia, were put into a childmaking box – that was their role in life. However, we now know, that women are at least as intelligent as men. Why?
If their role is simply as babymakers and childminders, why bother giving them equal brains?

If men’s role was solely to be the provider – chase down those woolly mammoths (or the modern-day version of woolly mammoths) to feed the children , did they need large brains either? Guile and experience is more important when hunting than brains.

So why have we different bodies, with different functions, yet both possessing an amazing brain of which we only use a tiny percentage?

Are we missing something important here?


Something to ponder

I can understand that some people can refuse to eat meat because of the cruel way in which animals are raised and killed. But I have the same sentiments towards vegetables and I must object in the strongest terms against the practice of calling a brain-dead person a cabbage or a vegetable. Vegetables have feelings too.

Animals still have the option of running away when hunted. They can seek shelter against the sun, rain, and wind, while the poor vegetable is chained to the little piece of real estate where we have imprisoned him. There he must stand there day after day, in the sun, wind, and rain, enduring immense pain while rodents gnaw at his few remaining leaves that the frost of the previous night missed.

Then, after we have robbed him of a carefree youth by propelling him into adulthood with the use of fertilizers, which is the plant equivalent of humans using anabolic steroids, we grab him by the hair, and jerk him out the ground, depriving him from his water and mineral supply to die an agonizing death. Plants take weeks to die, and when you consider the effect of the withdrawal symptoms (after we got him hooked on fertilizers) it is barbaric to say the least.

So when next time you cut up or shred a vegetable, know that it is probably still alive; yelling and moaning silently – all vegetables are mutes. Have compassion when you put salt on those fresh wounds and when you put it in the boiling water, think of the pain and suffering that you are causing. But given the life of misery already endured, death may come as a mercy.

I’m sorry if this blog has upset you, but vegetables cannot speak for themselves and somebody has to speak up on their behalf. I don’t think I’ll eat vegetables again. Hmm, I think I must make a good green bean stew for tonight.


Be kind to a vegetable today.

Some people believe that nothing is impossible. While this is a good positive attitude, it is impossible for them to be correct because it will create another impossible situation. It will be impossible for something to be impossible.

Just like you cannot have a game without rules. Having no rules is a rule in itself.

And sometimes when things go wrong, we tend to blame the wrong things for our woes.

We often hear students complaining about difficult exam questions, but when you analyze the problem properly, you will find that the questions are fairly familiar, and not difficult at all. It is the answers to those questions that create the problems.

It is the same with smoking. Humans don’t smoke. The cigarette smokes. Humans are merely the suckers at the other end.

So, for the record, some things will always be impossible. Games will always have rules, exam questions are not difficult, and humans don’t smoke.


May this be a happy day to you all.

This is wonderful! Blogland is back in full production. I’m busy with a big project that takes up most my time. I left my browser open on my blog and checked on it every half hour or so, to reply to any comments. As a result, I missed all the fun on the other blogs.

But how was I to know that things would explode like this. Well, as we say in my country, if you snooze you lose! This was the first time in many months that my blog was displaced from page one in less than twenty-four hours.

I should be finished with what I'm doing by tomorrow late afternoon and will have to take a day off just to catch up with Blogland. So much reading to do do!

WTF (Well, That’s Fantastic). Keep up the good work.


Have a wonderful day and keep on blogging!


PS
A special thank you to Luke and Usha who finally taught me what WTF actually means.

Some people can really talk in circles!

Yesterday, when I fetched my father from the eye-clinic, I was a few minutes early and decided to nip into the nearby off-sales to replenish my brandy supply at home.

The fella ahead of me took his time unpacking his trolley while talking to the cashier without stopping once. Eventually he had unpacked the contents of his trolley; a bottle of vodka, 2 bottles of fortified wine and 4 six-packs of beer. He then asked the cashier for a carton of cigarettes which was placed on the counter next to the contents of his trolley. And he was still yapping all the way. Actually, I envied him, I’m not good at smalltalk.

Then he leaned back to where I stood next to the sweets display and grabbed two chocolate bars, slightly bumping into me in the process. He looked at me apologetically and said: “Sorry man, I almost forgot about these. This is my only vice. Sweet stuff.”

I pointed at his other purchases and asked: “Then how about that?” He laughed sheepishly and said: “Aag man, you know what I mean.”

I was at the verge of telling him that I don’t know what he means, but by then I was pressed for time so I just smiled and shook my head knowingly… but I still don’t know what he meant. Was he trying to tell me that alcohol and tobacco are not vices?

But then I suppose the contraband could have been for his wife.


May you enjoy this day!

Answer me this, apparently Jesus was born 2016 years ago, so what year was it BC when Adam and Eve where created and put on this earth as its not mentioned anywhere, seeing as dinosaurs roamed the earth 650 million years ago it has obviously got to be before then if we are to believe its all true?

I'm so excited,
And I just can't hide it,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I want you, I want you,..........................

On my parking, came out of the shop to a note on my windscreen (thats windshield for you yanks) and it said
'PARKING FINE'..................

Just in case you all thought I was back in jail as I have been quiet lately,.......

According to Neil Diamond, you have to eat it with gloves or your hands will turn green. I never had it in pie form; we barbecue them on a rotisserie like a whole chicken. I also like rabbit done in this way. I have eaten a lot of porcupine in my life and my hands have never turned green. So it must be just another folk tale. Or maybe it means that if you eat porcupine without gloves, you will become a good gardener.

Another myth about porcupines is that they can ‘shoot’ their quills about three meters far. The truth is that when they are chased, they suddenly stop when the chaser gets close. Whatever is chasing him then runs into him, collecting a few quills for his trouble. Therefore, it is a pretty harmless creature for as long as you don’t chase it blindly.

What is not a myth is that they can ruin a potato crop if you don’t keep the local population in check. They multiply quickly. My friend, who adopted my previous dogs, grows potatoes on a commercial scale. Whenever they get out of hand, they have to be culled. It serves a double purpose. The crop is saved and it is good meat for the table.

They are small animals, only slightly larger than a rabbit and not worth a bullet. Their quills cause them to look larger than life and form a natural armor coating; small caliber bullets like the .22 more than often ricochet off it. We hunt them with pitch forks, failing that garden forks will do equally well. We form a line, spaced about four meters apart, and move through the potato fields over a broad front. A farm worker will follow to collect the fallen porcupines. It is a lot of meat for everybody and very tasty on top of it.


May you have a glorious day!

PS
No porcupines were hurt during the production of this blog.