Saturday, March 31, 2007

I’m stumped…

What psychosis must humanity possess that allows it to say it cherishes life, to feel love for cute animals, to nurture and protect creatures while, at the very same time, it kills wantonly, unknowingly, profusely, and rampantly?

Surely, there’s a name for it! There must be!

Ah, if only the extinct could speak!

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