We unnecessarily give the bull a bad name when, in reality, bullshit is really homo sapiens shit. The usual garden variety of "he shit," "she shit," "it shit," and "who shit." Unless we own up to our own shit in everyday plainspeak, what future can we expect to leave behind? Just shit? We as a species are such assholes that there's not even the chance of getting a decent fossilized record of the vile traces of our indecent exposure, except maybe a micrometer of plastic sandwiched between the ashes of the radioactive smithereens of the bombs we are planning to throw at each other. And yes, as a result, there is not much chance that our feces or our faces will exhibit in the museums of the future denizens of this planet.
