Chimps.

It's clear by now that folks should not buy chimpanzees, or apes/primates of similar size and dimension, and keep them as pets. I wasn't sure about it, even after the woman got mauled over. Now I know. It's a bad idea.

For now on, I'm not going to be so lenient with ideas and decisions that were clearly wrong from the get go. I'm gonna try to have a real hard time accepting people for who they are if that means I have to ignore racism, religious dogma, or fanatical political bents of any direction. I will dismiss the notion that everything must be taken in context, even if that context is for animal lovers or tribes in far off lands who may or may not still eat brains or pray to sharks.

I'm not sure if I can apply this new hardline tact to myself though. I don't know if I've made the right decisions in the last year but I'm gonna try to cut myself a break, even though I shouldn't.

I do know that in the course of about three months in 2008 I went from the lowest moment in my professional life to the greatest. I'm still high on that but there's so many people telling me, insisting rather, that I should feel otherwise.

Evolve like primates did when they became us. We got the brains and they apparently got some more braun. Still, we both exist. One of us eats big macs and the other termites and chimpy infants.

It's nice to know that after all the silly hats, unicycles, movie roles, and other nonsense we put chimps through, that they can choose to cut the shit at any time they want and rip our faces off.