Elite Bloodlines: The Mutant French Poodle Syndrome
Bloodlines of the elite are all the talk these days, and have been since Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code, which spoke of JC’s bloodline possibly being snuffed. Bluebloods, quite ignorant of basic biology, don’t realize the only true blue blood on the planet runs through the open systems of arthropods like crabs. The blue color results from copper being the oxygen carrier in their blood. The carrier in human blood is iron, thus giving our blood its distinct red color. But don’t tell the bluebloods this.
Also, please don’t tell the Blues that maintaining bloodlines without sufficient infusion of new genetic material leads to amplified mutations that, in turn, make for a mushy brain. The French poodle is a prime example. Historian Philip Warner points out:
Modern dogs are a poor copy of their sturdier ancestors, and many an animal that was once in the forefront of the chase has now been turned by the breeders into a wretched specimen which can hardly hold a sugared biscuit in its mouth without dropping it.
Today’s subspecies of poodle can’t tell the difference between a duck and a Toyota.
Old World poodles were water-loving dogs.
Today’s poodles splash about in mud puddles.
Old World poodles had high levels of intelligence.
The modern French poodle can’t even speak its own language.
The poodle of old were heavily trained to be retrievers of shot birds.
Today’s subspecies of poodle can’t tell the difference between a duck and a Toyota.
And so we’re back to our discussion of bloodlines of the elite: which would you rather have, the achingly low IQ of a Dubya . . . or the high, thinking intelligence of some hardworking woman from deepest, darkest Kansas, whose genetic mix consists of tidbits of African, Mexican, Scottish, Irish, German and Whatsit?
Diversity ensures not only survival of the species but evolution into a higher being. The Bush, Obama, Bzrezinski, Rothschild and other families have become so inbred that they can’t tell the difference between a duck and a Toyota.
Viva la Bloodline, indeed. . . .
