Humans?

I keep wondering what it would be like to be another animal, something else, just to know what it felt like, but I can't...not really.  I always end up putting something that is purely human in there, just like those cartoons were the animal is talking, but they aren't really animals at all...

I mean, they are animals, but they aren't a dog or a tiger or a bear or whatever anymore...instead they are a furry human...all these cuddly little animalia pottering around wondering about teh stars (Timon and Pumb in 'The Lion King'), bragging about something great they did ('Brother Bear') or even having a romantic relationship with another critter ('Aristocats')...but, as far as I know, there is no proof that animals do any of these things.
As far as I know, and I am no expert, animals are largely concerned with survival...

On this train of thought (and the word thought is used rather loosely) I wonder, if animals really did have some of those human characteristics (because it would be pretty up-myself to assume that we were the only race that did), do they see us as a big joke?

Seriously, we are pretty pathetic when it comes down to it...evolution has been hard at work for a pretty long time now, and it's pretty good at it's job (though efficiency is a little off, a bit of a time-waster), and yet here we are, mere babies in the face of things, sticking our pudgy hands in the evolution pie.  People (assuming anyone actually reads the crap I write) are no doubt going to get a little peeved at this, but what the hey...

Let's assume that cancer is a hereditary thing (I have no proof, I have no theory, it's just a common disease these days and it's easy to spell).  Evolution, the mild-mannerd mistress of the Earth, could have fixed teh cancer problem if given the time...but instead of allowing our sick to die, we nurse them back to health.  We become emotionally attached, and rather like the Humpback Whale, it could possibly be this unwillingness to let the dead be dead and be done with it could well lead to our demise.

(In case you didn't know, whale hunters, back when that was teh hip thing to be doing, would harpoon the calf, because the mother would hang around to try and save it, and as teh whales are a pretty tight-nit group, harpooning one itt-bitty baby whale was likely to ensure a couple more hung around for kebabs...that was probably a little unessecarily harsh)

Back to the story...if cancer is hereditary, and we keep prolonging our sick well past their expiry dates, these people are going to breed, and their young will be carriers of the cancer gene,,,so you see, we could well be destroying ourselves and we are far from achieving our potential as a species...imagine if all the monkey doctors had allowed their genetically inferior to thrive?  Things would be a little different today, or so I would hope to think...

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P.S.
I really didn't go out to offend or hurt anyone with this post, though I probably did...I just decided that, as this was a place where I was suppose to be voicing my opinions and thoughts, I would do so.  Bring on the consequences.

Also, as an afterthought that occured to me with all this talk of genotypes...
I was watching Futurama the other night and Lila got surgery so that she had two eyes and this guy who performed the surgery was a little hardcore about the average thing and they wanted to have a kid together.  They settled on adoption and eventually it all turned to custard, but it makes yuo think about the intelligence of this average surgeon.  I mean, Lila's one eye was a genetic mutation, meaning it could quite possibly be passed on to whatever children she just so happens to reproduce...what would Mr. Average do if his kid turned out like that little orphan with the ear on her face?

Man I need to get myself a life