There is now a campaign afoot to rename our species because we are destroying the planet, what saddens me is that I know the liberal retards will eventually rally around this and get their way.
After all they got Pluto downgraded well here is the article…. Retarded
Knotted prop Blog 
K, I feel that if our governments do actually go further in forcing their greenie-weanieness on us, our species name would only need to change in one letter. F for P. Home safiens. We acquiesce in Stone Age living standards to make our species safe for the planet, see?
The allusions get worse and worse.
Where the heck did you find *that* one, Ozboy?
That song was banned in a lot of countries thirty years ago, due to overt references to gay sex. So some of you may not have heard it before. I was in my first year of university at the time and I remember it getting saturation airplay. Must have appealed to the radio programming directors for some reason…
Yes, the subtlety of its message is … dazzling.
It’s certainly new to me!
Boy that takes me back quite a few years and in hindsight a total flamer and about 5’2″ in his shoes. Of course not banned by the BBC for obvious reasons.
The eery thing is the lack of smile in his eyes. Not your average dude in more ways than one!
You would too if you had been sitting on the pointy pyramid.
Laugh!
homo superbus – arrogant man
By the way, I would dispute almost every claim in that video. They’re right about the brow ridge though, and the body suited to cold weather.
Low sloping foreheads, heavy brow ridges deep sunken eyes and a bun at the back of the head and no chin, you see people with some of those features all the time. I’m cold adapted I’ve got the stocky body shape and no waist to speak of.
Huh! Did they have a gene for beer-drinking, too? That would be diagnostic.
I believe so they invented beer.
Well maybe, but it took Homo sapiens hopsiensis to create Whale’s Tale Pale Ale!
K, I’ll believe that you have Neanderthal blood if you tell me that when you were a child and other children wanted a pony, you wanted to ride a reindeer. And as teens, when they wanted leather jackets, you wanted a mammoth-skin poncho.
Actually I used to ride a mammoth and wear bearskin poncho’s.
Thanks for this bit of entertainment.
May I suggest however that we are worrying about the wrong end of the name? In deference to the world’s ‘different cultural robes’ (as one visitor to James’s blog recently put it), shouldn’t we be called not ‘Homo’ but ‘Homey’?
The full name could be Homey slapstick, or Homey sapiens blingster (to distinguish us from the unfashionable variant, Homey sapiens neanderthalensis (if Neanderthals even deserve to be classed as a ‘sapiens’ species at all, which I doubt). For those complaining that ‘Homey’ leaves the flood-pants-and-specs-wearing white guys out, we could balance it: Homey howdy-doodyensis.
I won’t have anything bad said about our Neanderthal ancestors if you pay close attention in the high street they have not died out but clearly walk among us.
I believe you’re right, K. In fact the other day I’m sure I spotted a clear specimen of Homo neanderbivalent mextrosexualensis. He was a sharp dresser, for one thing.
There’s one more X than was supposed to be there. I was only aiming for X, not double X!
Homo-ursus-porc?
Yet another lab grown self hate meme released to the wild
Homo Smug?