The Pinnacle

So a week or two ago I turned off my angry political FB account for a while because I realized the world was gonna go to hell whether or not I kept track of the details. Kept my "friends who are decent people, senior citizen family members, etc" account open though, and now my only feed is filled with glurge like this:

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Which is fine until you realize that with about 7500 generations of "humans" and common ancestry with chimps and baboons, if you go back far enough there's almost certainly a rapist or seventy back there saying "Who gives a shit what she wants, boy, continue the line!" and an equal number of bruised and battered victims staring into the future with empty eyes, seeing that birthmark, that crooked index finger, that smile that twisted his face as he grunted and panted atop her inside her before leaving her lying in the dirt, in her own blood, to deal with the consequences of his actions for the rest of her life...

"Be still."