Tearing up biology.

Ah, the world is turning and has been rotating since its creation. Can’t undo that. In this world of ours there are rules that man cannot change: the physical dynamics of creation, the biology of creation. Mankind has been given an innate curiosity about the surrounding nature of things which has led to the development of phenomial technological achievements.   So, here we are in the 21st century able to talk to and see others on the other side of the rotating earth through some sort of electronic signals as the world turns. This curiosity is also contemplating changing our nature as assigned at birth. Some don’t like it. Some rebel against it. And unfortunately, rebellion is also a part of our nature.

There are some who claim that an element in their birth got mixed up, and they would like to change that. Some are confused. Some desire to be a boy instead of a girl. Some boys like being a girl.  And these are demanding that a fact of biology can be changed. Operations have been done altering and/or removing a physical element. The claim is that society is sexist because it has certain unwritten rules that determines what type of clothes one must wear, what toys kids should play with, who must use which rest room, what kind of a job, what sports, what, what, and around it goes so noone should be happy because I’m not happy.

Anyway, you get the picture.

OK, let’s go along with the scenario. Society burns all the clothing and we all wrapped our bodies with drapery. No barbers anywhere and our hair grows and grows. Oops, some people started growing mustaches and beards. Oops, some people had an unusual growth under the chin. Oops, some noticeably had higher voice range when speaking and singing. Oops, some had unusal lumps on their chest. Oops, some seem to have larger feet and got physically stronger than others. Oops, some had some sort of bleeding each month. Oops, some would and some would not, and on and on it goes.

Ah, come on, it’s all in the placement of the 1’s and 0’s in each bite of programming, change a gene here or there, and that can be changed by one of our AI programmers.

Nope, in the beginning God created a male and a female saying to them: “be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth. . . . ”

 

Author: Arnold Kropp

About the Author. Back in the days when I was a kid growing up in south Chicago, freely roaming around the neighborhood was common and just a part of life in the late 40's and early 50's. A train track was less than a mile away and a favorite place to walk along the rails. A large city park was a bit closer with areas of dense trees and areas of open grassy picnic grounds. A public golf course was just two blocks away, but the famed 4-lane busy Western avenue had to be crossed to get to it, and we crossed in the middle of the block running between the cars and trucks. We knew the risks. In the winters, we would climb that fence making our way to one of the ponds, we’d push and shovel away the snow and play a spontaneous game of hockey, or bring a sled and slide down the hillside ; no adults, no special padding, just a group of kids enjoying the contest. Dad was at work, mom was home tending to the washing and preparing the family meal for promptly at 6 pm. Life was good. It was fun. Sunday mornings were dress up in suit and tie, polished shoes for Sunday school and the worship service, then to a restaurant. Arnold went on to college immediately after high school, but could not find a subject, a major that was really up his alley, so he enlisted in the Army and served in Germany during the years the Berlin wall was built. Seeing what effects Soviet communism had on the people of East Germany left an impression on him. During those years, he would write many long letters home starting a desire to write more than just letters. Many years later Arnold developed a blog where he posted hundreds of articles on the political side of American life. Some of those are available in the collection named "Ramblings". Today, Society is totally different from that of the 50's, a whole lot different. Today, it has become scary to let the kids roam. Today it has become organized to the hilt with 2nd graders playing organized football. In my present relatively quiet neighborhood, I do see kids walking the streets, but there is a difference as the kids seem to be apprehensive and on guard or intently operating a telephone as they walk, not running after each other. Today, the above freedoms of the 50's are suspect and avoided as being dangerous activities. And that is sad. It's sad that today's kids do not have that freedom, and it may be having a direct effect on their development. Consider, one fact that is readily apparent today compared to yesterday; the preponderance of overweight and obese kids, even pre-school kids are heavier than we were, and this has to be affecting the rest of their daily lives. No doubt about it. But, I'd better hush, can't talk about those things. Yes, in the 50’s there were Semi-trucks, public transportation, murders, rape, robberies, house fires, sickness and diseases resulting in death, and yes, there were deadly vehicle accidents too. There was even poverty and homosexuals too. We went to public schools, and the high school was integrated. This was Chicago, but those events did not make the headlines, as news was only broadcast at 6pm and possibly 10pm nightcap. Days of the cold war kept us together as a nation. We saw the "Victory at Sea" war clips before the main feature at the theaters. And now technology dominates life. A cell phone in every handy pocket posting selfies. A computer saving everything to one of those cumulous clouds. Room size TV’s broadcasting everything 24/7. This is more information than I want. Let me decide something. I think. therefore, I am. I was born a male, therefore I am. I was born-again, therefore I am. I have life within, therefore I am. The news is not my guide. The TV is not my Sheppard.

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