It is the year 2003, the future! for fuck's sake, and we (and I mean 'we' very loosely) still can't figure out a way to communicate and coexist with one another. Grunting and waving big sticks and rocks (with those oh-so-handy freshly developed opposable thumbs), we smash each other on our sagittal crests and whack off one another's vestigial tails while claiming ourselves to be superior and civilized. And we laugh when we see monkeys flinging poo at each other. "Oh, ha ha! look at those simple creatures!" Maybe Watson was right when he suggested we should use gene therapy to cure stupidity. It has to be a better option than this freaky dream currently trapping us in stress, fear, loss, and copious amounts of tears.