Genes and Such

Due to some strange combination of genetic forces, I maintain, at Senior Citizen status, a full head of hair, most of it still a dark brown. I consider myself somewhat blessed by nature. I could have, just as easily, and through no input on my part, enjoyed a similar genetic arrangement that resulted in my sexual orientation being directed toward those of the same sex.

I only hope that, in the latter case, I would still consider myself blessed.

In neither case would I have been any more personally responsible for the outcome than would a Walton heir who will be blessed by being enormously wealthy, barring a cataclysm, for her entire life without having to work a day of it.

It’s a “sperm and egg-mandated” existence with which we are blessed and we make of it what we can and will.

There are those, of course, who choose to assign either their good fortune or bad fortune to religion. It is their right, and I donated four years of my life to national service thinking I was protecting that right. Boy was I surprised.

I just hope that the law working through the Arkansas legislature doesn’t result in the decision of a bald man, who blames his lack of hirsuteness on his god, and who sells Four Roses Bourbon, or some other life-enhancing prescription—perhaps even an life-saving one—that he won’t serve a man with a full head of hair.

 

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www.travelswithanalien.blogspot.com