There were no dinosaurs when Buddycom appeared on the fifth day.

All seriousness aside,

the Buddycom time machine crew travelled back about a quarter of a

million years and got this photo of some gentlemen somewhere in europe

as they killed a mammoth for food for their families, about one hundred

folks altogether. Everyone feasted for a week or so on the dried and roasted meat

which was a little chewy and had a whangy sort of aftertaste to it.

They didn't have any ketchup, onions, french fries, or even salt.

We politely suggested that they should refrain from the consumption of meat since it is generally unhealthy, unnatural, and environmentally unfriendly. They should be aware, we in formed them, that powerfully caustic and potentially carcinogenic nitrosamines could be produced in their stomachs and that they probably were ingesting too many beta lipoproteins which are associated with hardening of the arteries, stroke and heart disease. We pointed out as well, that it is a cruel practise and that animals have feelings, too.

They laughed amiably and said that they could tell what's going on,that it was good meat, and that they didn't want to be hip to be square. Their doctor had advised a low fat, low salt diet and the fresh lean meat provided the recommended daily allowances of sodium, potassium, phosphorous, chloride, iron, trace metals, nucleic acids, adenosine phosphates, and all 21 or 22 amino acids. They said the stress and exertion involved in their daily activities burned off all their lipids and beta lipoproteins , too. And besides, they said, the local health food store didn't carry friuts and vegetables in the middle of the long, cold Ice Age winters. And they needed animal hide and bones for making shoes, clothing, housing and tools, as well.

One Buddycom member that said she would rather wear nothing than to wear fur. She went on to say that thanks to these Neanderthal macho men all the mammoths would be hunted down, killed off, and become extinct.

At this, a quiet, introverted hunter spoke up. "Madam, we are all Cromagnon men here", he corrected her.

"Yeah, and we haven't put 160 gigatons of carbon into the atmosphere by cutting down and burning the forests and by burning coal and fossil fuels, we didn't melt the polar icecaps and we haven't killed off most of the species of plant and animal life within a few generations, either, so you needn't be so smug and condescending and politically correct with us", added another.

"Look, Conan the Barbarian, we've got six billion mouths to feed !"

" And you are trying your best to make it ten billion, aren't you? Good luck, morons."

"Come now. Dear, sweet, gentle friends, let us not argue and find fault." Judging our journey back in time to visit our ancestors to have degenerated uncomfortably downward into the trading of insults and epithets, our Buddycom leader, wise and mature for his years, redirected the conversation with platitudes and cordial chit chat and we took our leave on a more friendly note, saying good bye to all and telling them to have a nice day.

Of course, we all wondered how the savages could have known about our future.