And this concludes "Bike Week" here at Shaggy Dog Pix. This guy won the men's "Real Good Riders" class race. Well, "won" is actually a tad weak. He obliterated the competition. He was the only rider in his lap. He'd passed everyone else in the race. I suspect he could have passed them all twice, but didn't want to seem like a show-off.

Yeah, O.K., it's "Bike Race Week" here at Shaggy Dog Pix. Sue me.

In an otherwise drab alley...

Meanwhile, south of the border, civilisation takes another great leap forward. Kill 'em while you got 'em, folks. As long as the Supreme Court says it's O.K., it ain't murder, right? Of course! What the heck - it's not like there ain't a bunch of 'em. And, the fact that more black people than white are judicially murdered every year shouldn't give anyone pause, should it? Heck, no. Everyone knows black people have both rhythm and a greater inclination towards murder than white people, right? Riiiiiight.

It must be from being a biologist. That this strikes me as ridiculous, that is. The notion that one's ancestry has anything to do with who one is is, to put it mildly, ludicrous. Provincial, if you'd like a more polite term. My ancestry, on my father's side, is Irish. On my mother's, it's English. Were ancestry destiny, I should be severely schizophrenic (Yeah, yeah - I know - "schizophrenic" doesn't mean "split personality"). Half of me should want to kill the other half.

But, I grew up in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada. Along with kids whose ancestries were Polish, Italian, Ukranian, French, German... Yep, it was a pretty much European mix, but, again, were ancestry destiny, we all should have been at war. We weren't. Except, maybe, with regard to music. I was Jefferson Airplane oriented.

My DNA is 99.9999999999999% identical to someone of African, Chinese, Russian, Indonesian - you name it - ancestry. Everyone on this planet is descended from someone who originally lived in Africa. Get over it, folks. Where you grew up is who you are.

And, on a sort of tangential connection, another lying dimwit greedhead bites the dust. Outed by her own sister, no less! Where do these people come from? Other than, in this case, a rich, white, Christian neighbourhood, that is. Next week, what do you want to bet, she'll be on "Oprah", tearfully apologizing for her folly. And looking for a new book contract for her "true" memoir, "I'm Another Rich, Dumb Liar Looking for Money by Posing as Someone I'd Never Want to Be in My Worst Nightmare - Someone Poor, That Is.".