[DeadKennedys]

I went through the starfish-chucking, pissed-off-that-no-one-cares-about-the-inhumanity stage too. I grew out of it, for better or for worse.

Call me a heartless bastard, but this is just how the world works. We're animals. We can care deeply and fight to the death for our loved ones. Hell, it's in our blood, you don't have to be taught that. Think of your lover or mother getting hurt - your blood starts to boil, doesn't it? It's a base instinct that someone is trespassing into your domain. Are you gonna donate half your paycheck or lay your life on the line for a starving kid you never met? You could suck it up and do it, but in your heart, you don't really care for the guy, you're just entertaining the idea of empathy.

At the end of the day, whether you're you or me or Bono or Cheney, we're working to put food on the table for us and out families. Everyone else comes second, if at all.

Sure is depressing, huh? My parents took care of each other and me, and I'll do the exact same thing. I'm an animal. I can sleep well and happy at night about that.

My eyes used to well up with tears when I saw that picture of that skinny African boy, dead from hunger, feet from an aid station, with a vulture eying his every move. Maybe yours still do, for better or for worse