Have you ever stopped to thank God for the extinction of dinosaurs? I did tonight after considering the sort of menace such creatures must have been to whom or whatever encountered them. Imagine the dreadful scene, of being pursued by a monstrosity twenty or more feet tall, swift of foot and burnishing a cutler's set of teeth and claws with size and edge of butcher's knives. Sharpened wooden spears would blunt upon the brazen plates of this [i]lusus naturae
I realize some high-brow naturalist or scientific aficionado might read these opinions with aghast disdain. Such would prefer all men eaten before losing a single lower species to extinction. Pairing it to my faith they might chide, "concern for the next world gives him no regard for this one." May I remind these fellows that the greatest conservationist of all time was one Noah, whom I hold for a hero? In his vein I too support proper maintenance of our world, and in fact relish natural wonders which abound. On my shelf is a subscription to National Geographic. There is a difference, however, between saving spotted owls and wishing to have again tyrannosaurs rex and velosa raptors, and it is largely appetite. Several tigers and jackals to hold down the rodent population, mankind can endure. But behemoth lizards and flying predatory leviathans? Thank God they are dead.
The following children's song is pertinent, set to the tune of "The Farmer and the Dell",
Tyrannosaurus Rex
The animals you vex.
You beat them up
And eat them up
And leave a pile of wrecks.
Praising Him for all providences,
-Mike:.
