I spent a lot of time worrying about how the denizens of the future are going to view my time period. Luckily, looking at the current evolutionary patterns of the human race, I can only assume we'll have long reduced our entire populace to dust through either the unforseen side effects from the brilliant nano-weaponry employed in Universal War VI, or that some great accident of science will open a series of black holes which will pull our brothers screaming into the void, bodies ripped apart at the speed of light.

Though barring these possible tragedies, assuming the people of the future are able to somehow transcend the boundaries of flesh, evolving into neo-humanoids comprised entirely of sleek metals and smooth plastics, then I can only imagine they'll look back at their ancestors with the same sneering disdain with which we view the slave-holders and witch-burners and jew-hunters of our own pasts. Our crimes will appear to them as incomprehensible failings of logic, the actions of men whose heads were filled with nothing more complex than a mass of slowly rotting gray matter.

I bring this up due to how obvious it seems to me that we, as creatures, are usually entirely unable to form a logistical opinion on anything - our every thought governed by the incomplete value systems beat into us as children. Case in point being the recent news story of the cute chubby lesbian girl whose school cancelled the whole prom rather than cave to the ACLU and silly laws about discrimination (http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/35814348/).

There's not much to say on this story that hasn't been said many times before, and the moral I offer is no greater than "Let people pursue their happiness, even if they have to spit on your god to get there." The thing is though, I get it, I rationalize entirely with these backwards-thinking school administrators and the classmates who've chosen their lesbian classmate as the target of their scorn, the stupid dyke who got their prom canceled. It's the same mindset of the fervent leftists I encounter on a regular basis, the nutty political bastards who attend anti-war rallies with bodies painted up like jackasses, seemingly oblivious to how their message does nothing to endear new followers to the cause, but rather helps to embolden that obvious rift between the apathetic public and themselves. Hell, it's the same mindset of those countless hundreds posting YouTube videos in support of Precious star Gabourey Sittadey (probably not how you spell that and no I'm not looking it up), upset that a radio humorist would dare suggest that an insanely obese woman should A) Consider the serious health risks of her lifestyle and B) Be aware that there are very few roles in Hollywood for actresses of her body type, and a continued career in show-business would be a long shot.

It's an undying devotion to one's beliefs, whether the belief that gays are bad or war is bad or that adult-onset diabetes isn't that big a deal when you're a movie star. In the course of human history have we ever held a rational discussion? Have we ever actually held an objective opinion in our lives?

I know I haven't.

I guess I'd ask our descendants to forgive our missteps. We are a nervous bunch of creatures, fragile husks of organic matter propelled by a precarious balance of various chemicals and electrical signals. Our god has just now started to die, and in our mortal desperation some of us have protested his decay as best we can, clinging to the useless scraps of his supposed word as moral justification for condemning our fellow man. Either that or we simply give up entirely, filling our veins with every manner of ilicit substance and waiting silently for the skies to burn red.

Every day I witness our embarrassments and wish I could apologize the people of the future. Let them know how lucky they are to live in an enlightened age, their artificially constructed emotions leaving them incapable of feeling anything but shame for the past lives they never led.

I'm sorry.

Really I am.