One of the stories of the Chichiyaboo area involves Neanderthals, who went extinct. If they ever really existed, that is. History is full of hoaxes and the evolution crowd have worked their tails off creating fake missing links. Partly, I think they just like the big words they use to name their creations. I mean “finds”.

Australopithecines, Sinanthropus Pekingensis, Homo Hablis, Homo Erectus, Hyracotherium, the Baluchithere’s. I actually like the Baluchitherium and am certain that there were such creatures. They make sense when you consider that putting a planet together for mortal habitation and setting it up to be excellent for that purpose means that soil, fossil fuel, and stabilization of the environments requires periods of intense biologic activity to produce materials to those ends. Imagine the fecal production of a Baluchitherium! Now imagine herds of them! You don’t want people on the planet while that’s all going on any more than you want the kids to show up at the birthday party before the cake is baked and the presents wrapped. No restauranteer invites customers before the business has been built and readied with tables, actual food, and a trained crew with a menu and all the table settings.

So a few years ago I began to wonder what killed off these alleged former hominids with their bad backs and odd shaped leg bones?

I imagined their temperament and concluded that I knew what did them in. But I digress. What might that temperament have been?

Well first I figure they figured that their will established what is possible and right. Asserting it was habitual, brutal, and maddening.

Then I imagined that they managed language to make things that make no sense make perfect sense as long as it allowed them to do what they wanted.  I also figured that they might not be true to each other but they were undyingly faithful  to their cause and figure heads.

Neanderthals were probably excuse makers and masters at the craft. And Blamers.

I see them as highly regulatory and rules based with exceptions and carve outs for the special Neanderthals. But their intentions are good. The rules they adopt will skip common sense. But hey, they had cleaner caves after the regulations kicked in! Just don’t shake their hand.

Some of the other scenarios of living with Neanderthals amused me enough to sketch them out also, but this is sufficient to illustrate.

I devised a cover for this story a few years ago.

And then I put together a cover page just a week or so ago. It references the story of how the Neanderthals might have been dealt with for the preservation of the Cro-Magnon people