Communication?

Communication. Sometimes I wish I was living back in the old days. The weeeeealy old days. Where you wouldn't talk to each other because women hadn't invented speech yet. Just grunting and noises, and you would make some noises and grunt in the general direction of one of those fur covered beauties, and that would mean something like "Hey, I think we're about to become extinct! Let's do something about it!" and they wouldn't give you silly looks or fake headaches. And there wouldn't be any cars, so that Shell and BP couldn't sell their gasoline - they had to close all their gas stations and turn them into Neanderthal-Wo/Men-Recreation-Centers or Mace Repair Shops. No fashion boutiques either. No Dooglass, no McDumbo, no Kelvin Gross. No email... hm, that would be a problem. How should I send you messages? I would have to build a monster drum and be drumming it to you. If I wasn't involved in fighting the neighbours from the other side of the woods because they always plunder our refrigerator at this time of the year and kidnap our dwellarinas because their own all have grown beards due to their shaman mixing the wrong brew and they'd been told that was butch. Of course they wouldn't know what that means (no language yet) but it was some unwritten law back then (and somehow still is) that if you don't know what something means then you better kick the other cave man first - precautionary - because it could mean something bad. Or weeeeeeal bad even - in this case you'd kick him weeeeally hard, right in his darwinistic backcountry. Ooooomph. In case you mixed up the parcels, hmm, you had to talk to the cave man's chancellor and ask him to keep it confidential, but since speech still isn't invented, you can't just do that so you have to kick him too, precautionary, and that's where things usually get interesting. Eat or be eaten. People later called this natural selection, after speech finally was invented and cave men where rejected by cave women because of their bad breath. That led to the invention of the first toothbrush, even before the wheel, because what would be the use of a fancy car if you couldn't pick up a hot cave woman for a ride? The rest is history - after multiple toothbrushes became standard in every cave, the electric toothbrush was invented. And flopped - no electricity yet. Bill Caves (the originator of ET, the electrical toothbrush) was furious and wouldn't rest until he had struck oil to make electricity with a generator. Unfortunately, the oil wouldn't seize to sputter and so he was forced to invent cars and gas stations to get rid of all the oil. You know what happened - the Mace Repair Shops where converted back into gas stations, and all of a sudden the cave dwellers had no working maces they could use to defend themselves against other cave dwellers whose maces were in full effect. Over time, the number of cave people decreased, either by means of maces that weren't broken or because they crossed some street at night and were run over by speeding cave cars, which had no headlights because they weren't invented yet. So they finally died out just as predicted in the ancient books they never were taught to read. And that's the end of the story. What does it teach us?
a) You can't be taught to read when you don't have a language.
b) If you can't read, you eventually die out.
c) No spitting on the bus.
d) Living happily ever after has become a tough job sometimes...

-> inspired by Egglesmith Greegers.