For as long as there have been humans, there have also been humans trying to kill humans. It’s kind of our thing. We just can’t seem to sit still and not do the whole killing each other thing for a damn second. Go back to the most idyllic caveperson setup, you’ve got a full belly, the cave is warm, the sabretooths are taking a break from biting your ballsack off in the middle of the night … life’s good.
And yet, even in that moment of brief bliss, Caveman Bob is going to look over at the rock beside him and think to himself, I bet I could tie like six other rocks to this one rock to make a super rock and walk over to the other cave and show Caveman Steve my cool new super rock by cracking him upside the head and taking all the cool crap he has in his cave. Yeah, yeah, I’m actually going to also tie my super rock to the end of a burning stick as well and really put on a show. I’m gonna go ahead and roll over there. And so it goes, our perpetual garbage instinct to make stuff that kills people even more wild to kill people even harder, which is how we end up with instances when, even for the insatiable bloodlust of humankind, we went a little overboard with our weapons of war.
