No, I am a Darwinist, meaning, inspired by Darwin’s deistic rebuttal of his own theory, but recognizing the little understood case he made for a slave-making instinct in living things, that we are all meat in the end and most of us zombies in the present—I, as he, hold out a hope for God. Honestly, Black Rob, at this point I am suspecting that God has a sense of humor most closely reflected in his stridently reluctant, comic creation, best known as George Carlin.

In terms of human politics, I deny the illusion that I am permitted to chose my master’s master’s master through some convoluted selection process that most closely resembles the cliquish behavior of 1970s high school girls.