Just like every other insipid day I spend at “work” making assholes rich, toady I had an affirmation that compassion is best exhibited at your own convenience, rather than as a basic human instinct beyond our control.

I was in the lunch room at 2:30pm because it’s the only time you can eat without being forced into a discussion about daytime soaps or Chapelle Corby being innocent.

I was watching a documentary about the North Koreans using prisoners to conduct human experiments on the effects of biological weapons. Apparently scientists watch as sometimes whole families huddle together naked as they vomit and thrash about. The parents try to breathe clean air into their children’s lungs as they themselves are choking to death.

In walked random person A and spouted “What’s up Steve?” (Hypothetically my name)

I said, “They’re Killing Korean Families with gasses.” Random person A then proceeded to look at the bin and spy a Mc Donald’s wrapper. Disgusted that they had not been privy to the meal they could only respond with “Who had McDonalds?!!”

To me that was a metaphor for life. You can force someone to listen that the world is suffering, but don’t expect it to rate higher in popularity than what they missed out on for lunch.

For some reason we care about the little things, like Chapelle Corby. Having seen none of the evidence, it’s ridiculous to think any of us know that she’s innocent. But the average person will swear on their life. The not so average people will Photoshop a picture of her with a joint in her mouth out of sheer frustration.

Bob Geldoff and his Concerts has finally got the right Idea. It’s not about money anymore it’s about Politics and Public opinion, which are intimately linked. People don’t get emotive about stuff they don’t care about, and if you don’t care then neither does the leader you elected.

If my lunch encounter really is what goes on in the average persons mind, then the world is fucked. What right has anyone to be happy when this is going on. What are Anthony Robbins and his cronies highfive-ing about? Unless there’s a corpse on your doorstep, chances are you don’t give a shit.

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