A Curious Species

Sometimes I wonder how we can muster so much compassion for an anonymous whale and her child stuck in a river, and yet at the same time go blithely about our daily lives as people die in Iraq, as animals suffer and die in our factory farms, as irreplaceable species go extinct, and in general as we continue to fuck up this beautiful planet.  It’s like we’re continually lying to ourselves as a species, trying to convince ourselves of our “humanity.”  I feel for those whales, and I wish them continued survival, but for God’s sake, if two lost whales can muster 15,000 fucking people, then what should the war be doing to us, global warming, the environment, animal rights, blah blah blah.  I mean, what the fuck?