No, madam, I've always called Ms. Ed a drek primitive, never an unterprimitiven.
Imagine a ladder with several rungs. Each rung from the top going on down, is one category of primitive; the non-primitives, the first-tier primitives, the second-tier primitives, the third-tier primitives, the les risibles primitives (the ridiculous primitives).....and then between the next-to-the-last rung on that ladder (going down, remember), there's suddenly a really big gap, and then there's the bottom rung, the drek primitives.
There's a mile of difference between the les risibles primitives and the drek primitives.
The drek primitives are human garbage, and they're so loathesome that out of circa 3500 primitives, there's only three that qualify, really, for that designation. I know it sounds preposterous, the Bostonian Drunkard or Pamela from Wichita (les risibles primitives) being noble and principled and of good moral character, but compared with the drek primitives, they are; they're saints compared with the drek primitives.
The unappellated eohippus is one of those three drek primitives, just trash.
It was Ms. Ed who had a major fit when the then-governor of Alaska, rather than having an abortion, chose to bear and raise a handicapped child. She went ballistic over it.
Ms. Ed also an earlier time got upset when learning of an organization in Canada that promotes the adoption of handicapped infants, because it would discourage abortions.
I've been watching Ms. Ed for seven years now, and she's trash.
Ah, sorry, Frank, haven't been here for a week or so and thus missed your most learned discourse on the primatives. I will endeavor to keep the different categories separated in my mind henceforth, although, trash IS trash.
Still, there is the trash that is processed wood in nature, and the trash, such as my grandson's diapers, which is more, shall we say, processed food? So, I am correct in labeling Ms. Ed as a vile end product of processed food, yes?
