I like my cats.  I am protective of them even though they may harbor nasty brain degenerating parasites like toxoplasmosis.  That’s why I take them to the vet despite their protestations.  I don’t want to have to kill them.  I like them.  I like my cats.

Now, there are lots and lots of people running around pretending to be humans who are actually pretty much incapable of using their human neuroanatomy in their political relations.  I’m thinking specifically of the folks I have previously referred to as “The Church Ladies of Political Correctness” or “The Church Ladies of Holocaustianity”.  One might also call them the Nanny Theocrats.  Some of them are men but basically they are stuck in a parental mode toward people who really don’t want to be treated as children—other adults for just one of the more obvious examples. 

Now I don’t hate these people until they start their parental posturing.  All mammals have these parental circuits and they are quite endearing in the appropriate context.  However, even though I don’t really hate them, I do want to fix them—sort of the way I would take my cats to the vet and have them dewormed or something.  My cats object to this, and it is quite understandable that they object.  I, a human, am, after all, imposing my will upon them, as animals.  Likewise the potential humans who have lost their humanity—rather mammals stuck in a particular mode of mammalian behavior—object as I, a human, would impose my will upon them, as animals and fix them.  I really don’t want to have to put them in cages or euthanize them but there is this problem:  Many of them have control of the means by which they might themselves be fixed. 

I mean think about it for a second:

Imagine the vets’ offices were suddenly occupied and taken over by hyperintelligent cats infected with toxoplasmosis.  Moreover, they somehow had the police department trained to think it was their duty to uphold “the law” to protect their occupancy of the vet’s office and to imprison all cat owners who would so much as think “hurtful” or even “hateful” thoughts about putting their cats in a cat transporter box to carry to one of those horrible places where they stick needles in poor defenseless kittens.  If they were intelligent enough they might occupy positions in academia, media and government to the point that it might become necessary to kill the poor defenseless kitty cats along with the military industrial complex and perhaps civilization itself protecting their control of the treatment for toxoplasmosis.

During some portion of this commotion, some cat owners might lose sight of the fact that they like cats.  Some might even become “filled with hate” toward cats.  Too bad.  The cats should have stayed out of the positions of public trust and authority.