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Both a good monkey & a bad monkey beat in the heart of every human.
I think that's what makes the religious right so nervous about the "theory" of evolution. They just have to look around and see that our simian ancestry is just under the surface. For example, in Shimla, the capital of Himachal Pradesh, India, they have a serious monkey problem.
The cuddly critters were originally introduced to the city to entertain British ladies and their children during British rule. (Damned those Brits!) They are less amusing now, unless you live half a world a way.
It seems that evolution has been at work, and the monkeys have lost their fear of humans. And what happens then? Well, let's just say downtown Shimla has a monkey crime wave, and the simian rap sheet includes such heinous acts as:
I don't know. Sounds pretty human to me. Especially the drunken sprees -- given their violent bent, my guess is they're drinking a potent combination of Red Bull and rahkshi.
On the other hand, Dr. Sue Savage-Rumbaugh, a scientitian in Iowa, is teaching bonobos to speak, and she hopes, create music and art.
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