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What is the Monkeysphere?

What is the Monkeysphere?
"One death is a tragedy. One million deaths is a statistic." -Kevin Federline What do monkeys have to do with war, oppression, crime, racism and even e-mail spam? You'll see that all of the random ass-headed cruelty of the world will suddenly make perfect sense once we go Inside the Monkeysphere. "What the Hell is the Monkeysphere?" First, picture a monkey. Imagine you have Slappy as a pet. Now, imagine you get four more monkeys. Now imagine a hundred monkeys. Not so easy now, is it? So how many monkeys would it take before you stopped caring? That's not a rhetorical question. "So this whole thing is your crusade against monkey overpopulation? Uh, no. You see, monkey experts performed a monkey study a while back, and discovered that the size of the monkey's monkey brain determined the size of the monkey groups the monkeys formed. Most monkeys operate in troupes of 50 or so. That brain, of course, was human. "So that's the big news? It goes much, much deeper than that. "So? Oh, not much.

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