Most weblogs such as this one get a lot of visitors who land here through search engine searches for a word or phrase that shows up in the archives. What's noteworthy to me is that they often land on entries that date back to the very early days of this site.
Storage space is getting cheaper and more plentiful, and Google is very aggressively preserving web pages, and not only can a search engine user pull up an entry that the writer may have long since forgotten about, but Google's cache retrieval can even pull up pages that have been deleted.
So it's conceivable that far into the future people may be able to pull up some of these pages. And this entry, inspired by the late John Belushi, is for those searchers from the distant future who land here and sample the humble writings of our century.
Perhaps you are an archeologist digging up the past, or maybe you are researching history so that our present can be included in your history texts. Be gentle with us, we are doing the best we can with what we've got.
Individually and collectively, we've made the best decisions with the information we had. But you, of course, can see how we might have done better. Knowing how it all turned out, you can clearly see each of our missteps yet fail to see how we could possibly be so muddle headed as to make a wrong decision. You can sit there with your superior intellect judging us with some standard that no normal person could possibly meet in this day and time. Well, duh! That's why they call it 20/20 hindsight!
But, there you are laughing at us for all the mistakes we've made. Well buster (or bustette), it ain't so darn easy when you're living it. Why don't you look at your own pathetic life?
There you are with a shriveled up body because your generation never had to do anything physical, laser drills having long ago penetrated the earth's core and provided you with a free and unlimited energy source.
Your tiny little arms, made weak through millennia of your kind doing nothing but tap on a keyboard, are practically useless. And your legs have evolved into weak little sticks from generations of never leaving the hover car. And funny thing, you can't even laugh, because your mouth is only large enough for your annual food pill.
Enjoy this site, you miserable creature from the future. But, get out of our business. Go back to your own pathetic life, and let us enjoy the prosperity and our pursuits of happiness here in the 21st century. You gelatinous blob of evolutionary disaster, go make a mockery of some other era. Better yet, go look in a mirror and stare at your own blemishes!
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