The Snow Has Stopped

I stand at the edge of my garage and envision a tribe of Neanderthals sprawling out of my backyard forest. Their stocky frames are covered with Woolly Mammoth hides and their beards are that of legend. I can tell they have chose me as a target because eye contact has been made, and Neanderthals aren't fond of that kind of thing. I don't suffer from visual hallucinations, but sometimes I wish I did. I could wield a machine gun almost automatically and start firing at their elongated torsos. I've always wanted a crime scene on my manicured grass.
You must always know the language of your enemy. It's too bad that I only read mouths and never brushed up on my quantum harmonic oscillator knowledge. But you know, some things are better off left to the more evolved. Like whoever thought migrating our population to Gliese 581g was a grand idea in 2284. Thing is, the giant blue ball is tidally fixed to it's parent sun, which basically in layman's terms means there are all kinds of fucking Pokemon there.
The one paradigm of time we seem to forget is when we age and get wiser, the world around us becomes more divided (since all these opinions on what is right have surfaced) and there are many types of prisons. There are prisons which house the sick, and prisons which vacate the sane. There are even prisons made solely to expand our consciousness as a whole, though those establishments are most often than not the ones where the inmates break out and start flooding the streets and starting wars.
But let's digress back to Neanderthals, because they seem to be the beginning of all this. Without the eradication of their kind, there would be fires in heaven. Even the thought of it may be too different to fully grasp immediately. Homo Sapiens do not relish in the realms of "different". We discourage originality, for it puts too much weight on who is really in charge. We should be treating ourselves as gods, and not our idols.

But I apologize, I misled you into believing this was a prose about Neanderthals. Why don't we delve into the topic of primate cruelty while we're at it? Well, maybe that's not the point I was trying to make. I mean, even pigs share 98% of our DNA and we eat them in 98 different ways. But pigs aren't a threat, and Woolly Mammoths were. Blame the governments, because they will always hide the threats from us. So I'd like to thank you personally, world wide web, for being younger then me but monumentally far wiser than I'll ever be.