Or worse, POW!

Who knows what kind of mutations would best preserve human life here on Earth . . . or in Space . . . or on another planet? We're infants playing with power tools!

After a few generations of letting infants play with power tools, who knows what carpentry skills would evolve.

...at what they are looking for in a mate.

What if you asked Santa for some milk for Christmas? Does he bring fresh reindeer milk, or does he just swipe the stuff from the next house over?

...are shaped like spiders. So every time you smash a spider or hit a cobweb on the ceiling with a broom, you lose a toy.

What is "the upper part of a 9212/2212C and the lower part of a 1223?" And I don't believe there's an element known as Oy.

When combined with the element Vey, it forms Exasperatium.

We once took pride in saying we were a melting pot of nations (racism aside).

I've always preferred the image of a multicultural tapestry. Better a colorful display of individual threads than a gray, undifferentiated mass.

The point is that someday, a computer instructed to compute pi indefinitely will simply respond, "Why don't you just go fuck yourself?" Then we'll know that the machine has achieved sentience.

I'd be even more impressed if it said "Sure thing, I'll get right on it!" and then pretended to work while surfing the web.

Do not mistake the unaccredited bible school "Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary" for a "College" please.

Look, they were right next to each other. Anyone could make that mistake.

You underestimate them. They will add awful ideas no other country ever thought of.

The Martians had no resistance to the bacteria in our atmosphere to which we have long since become immune. Once they had breathed our air, germs, which no longer affect us, began to kill them. The end came swiftly. All over the world, their machines began to stop and fall. After all that men could do had failed, the Martians were destroyed and humanity was saved by the littlest things, which God, in His wisdom, had put upon this Earth.

Clearly, we have to pour money into germ warfare.

Free of nukes only works until some other 4 foot 9 dictator decides to raise his status the only way he can to impress the world.

C'mon, that's hardly fair. Roosevelt was in a wheelchair.

Imagine what humans would do when confronted by such an obstacle. Now multiply that by the power of a space-faring race.