There’s about three thousand years of recorded human history.  We’ve grown as a species from filthy cave dwellers to these beautifully complex creatures that can speak to one another from different corners of the globe within milliseconds.  We are a  species that has unlocked myriad miracles of natural science and beyond.

So flash forward to present day Manhattan and we’re doing things that are utterly unacceptable, even by our cave dwelling ancestors’ standards.  Here you’ll find “Amber” on a brisk stroll down Park Ave. with her dog who I’ve lovingly named “Mambo #5.”  “Amber” is your basic run-of-the-mill New York gal.  I figure she’s probably the makeup at the gym type with a balance on her department store credit cards as high as Cheech and Chong.  I’d also venture a guess that “Amber,” being the glamorously driven, career-oriented type that she is, comes with all the relevant baggage of a high stress  NYC lifestyle.

And so here she is in all her glory, waiting.  Waiting for what though?  Is she day dreaming and contemplating the nuances of the human condition?   No.  She’s waiting with eager open hands… to catch a fistful of shit from her pooch.  Oh Mambo…# 5.

This is what we’ve become — a society that can send robots to other planets with only ambition and a couple scraps of plastic. and yet we follow 10-lbs furry creatures around to pick up their shit in our bare hands.  We’re slaves to animals that can lick their own genitals…

On second thought, maybe we’re just slaves to envy.