Current mood:	frustrated
Entry tags:	!anger, !rant

Do you know what's worth fighting for? ... [SADNESS]

Some say we're only flesh and blood; that's nice, but we're not. We have consciousnesses and emotions, both being the banes of our existence. If we were animals (why can't we be animals?), then things would be a little different. I mean, I know they have consciousnesses and emotions too, but they don't seem to get in the way as much. Animals just act natural, the way they are supposed to act, and they don't apologize for it. There isn't anything to apologize for.

It's humans that feel the need to apologize for just being human. You see, we invented these things called morals (I think you've heard of them), and they aren't as wonderful as they seem. Immoral actions and corruption aren't really so immoral or corrupt; it is just our natural greed shining through. For some reason, someone decided that this greed is a bad thing, that people should be punished for it. I guess that was when they decided humans should work together for a common cause and share (communism, anyone?). Maybe it was the time when that fellow, God, decided to drop down from the heavens and instill goodness in everyone. Gosh, what a mistake.

We don't get really upset when a cat kills a field mouse. I mean, we might get a little ticked that the blood is pooling from it's gaping neckwound onto the rug, but that's about it. It doesn't really matter that the cat didn't want to eat the mouse (instead, it prefers "healthy", mass-produced processed cat food), because we can just scoop that little bleeding corpse up by the barely-attached tail and fling it in the garbage can, where it is forever gone from our minds. It's just a little mouse, afterall, and why would they sell mousetraps at the dollar store if it was inhumane? And that cat of yours won't show any resentment either; in fact, they'll be another half-eaten mouse on your carpet tomorrow, too.

Yet for some reason it's not right for a human to kill another human and leave them lying on the rug. If you did that, you'd no doubt get apprehended, arrested, tried and acquitted in a long, possibly televised process and perhaps authors will research the case and write a book about you or, if your crime is grusome enough, a big-name director will "borrow" the tale, change half of it, and claim it as the next bestseller, "Based on true events".

And why is that? Because humanity has decided to come up with a little thing called morality.

Yes. Somewhere down the line, someone decided that there is good and evil, and that humans should demonstrate good at all times while suppressing their "evil", animalistic tendencies. And then again, somewhere else down the line, someone decided that maybe, just maybe, this good could make exceptions for big-name companies and powerful people, and somehow those rules of morality and good don't apply to just everyone anymore. They apply to you and me, to the poor and the working class, while everyone else gets to indulge in "sinning" and go back to their animal roots.

Trying to suppress these roots isn't working, clearly. That's why we have hate and crime and alcohol and divorces and failing relationships and prostitutes and homophobia and magazines and money and computers and discrimination and broken bones and broken teeth and bruised eyes and dead mice sitting on our rugs while the cat gets away, and yet a dead man lying nobly in a coffin while the murderer is sentenced to death.

There's no escape. There's no way out. We're stuck believing in this morality with every fiber of our being and preaching it to the world, while in our homes we break nearly every rule of the bible or the Koran or the erasable board at the back of a kindergarten class. Humans are nothing better than animals, but we like to think we are. And what's that doing to us?

We're far worse than they will ever be.

And what am I going to do about it?




Nothing.