Chunks of words

Most things I write are open to eradicating. But this chunk.. I think I’ll keep.
I worry that I have generally crappy genes that shouldnâ??t be allowed to swim in the gene pool with the rest of the human race. I imagine all our faults, packaged up into one super-monster. Weâ??ll end up with a hairy, bald, pale-skinned, crazy, anal-retentive over-achiever whoâ??s allergic to lavendar, cats, horses, and most flowering plants, but is too stubborn to stay away from the things that harm them. I suppose if our genes need eradicating, it wonâ??t be long. Maybe Iâ??ll just let nature decide and stop worrying about it.