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By the time baby Noah was born (nine generations down from Adam and Eve), the planet Earth had become fornication central for the entire universe. I'm not just saying that from my own personal experience, it's in the Bible: "The Sons of God saw that the daughters of men were beautiful, and they had sex with as many as they pleased. The LORD then said, 'My Spirit shall not put up with men forever, for they, too, are made of flesh: from this day forth, a human life shall not exceed 120 years'" (Gen. 6:2-3, KJV).
(Don't start snickering just yet: the "Sons of God" who got as much sex as they pleased from the daughters of men did not include the second person of the Holy Trinity. It was Belial, and Beelzebub, and I. In the Old Testament, the holy Ghost calls us three "the Sons of God" because that's what Dad Himself called us back in the Golden Age, before Creation, before we got booted from Heaven. And after we settled on planet Earth, He still always called us "the Sons of God" [Job 1:6, 2:1, KJV]. It was not until after the only-begotten Son of God turned up in Nazareth and got Christianity started that Dad realised He should be more specific.)
Very few of those original Neanderthal gals were really pretty – the holy Ghost, who helped create them, is bragging a little when He writes that those antediluvian daughters of men were "beautiful" – but it's true that they had a beautiful philosophy of life. We three Sons of God got as much sex as we wanted and then some, and then some more, and then more than we wanted, until we just couldn't go. And it wasn't only the Sons of God who saw heavy action: most of the Earth girls (before Noah) would get horizontal with anybody's son they could get their horny hands on.
Well, you can guess what happened:
There were Giants on the earth in those days: for when the Sons of God knew the daughters of men, and women bore children to them, these became the demigods of yore, the heroes of renown. (Gen. 6:4, KJV)
Don't let your imagination run wild. We're not talking fairy-tale Giants here, we're just talking big and stout. Of the sons and daughters that I personally fathered, only a few grew taller than ten cubits (15 feet). Most of them were in the six-cubit range. But my kids were easy to spot in a crowd. Most adults back then were under three cubits. Many were no taller than a modern fire hydrant. If my antediluvian offspring were still alive today, they could be playing pro basketball. And they were good kids, too. But Yahveh killed them.
It bothered Yahveh that these "demigods" mentioned in the book of Genesis--the people whom Yahveh always called "Satan's little bastards" (and Belial's, and Bubba's)-- were bigger and faster and mightier and more renowned than the purebred homo sapiens. That's why the Lord cursed human females with an anti-longevity curse, stating that a woman's life expectancy would henceforth be limited to 120 years. Your heavenly Father pronounced this curse in order to curtail human fornication (most especially to punish women who had done it with the Sons of God), and to encourage biblical heterosexual monogamy.
Then He sat back in His heavenly throne and watched to see if His punishment would have the desired effect.
No such luck, it didn't take, and here's why: even before the curse, when most humans lived for nine centuries or more, those first 120 years in the average life span of an average daughter of men accounted for roughly 90% of her fornication. So the 120-Years-and-You're-Dead Rule didn't really cut down on the fornication. It just got a horny girl's parents out of the way an average 800 years sooner than before. Within months of Yahveh's anti-longevity curse, cultural life on planet Earth looked and sounded less like the Garden of Eden than like Saturday night on Greek Row at the University of Texas. That Yahveh! What a knucklehead!
– L.
