Thoughtless for the Day

Yesterday, I was getting some enjoyment (See Enjoyment in Hell. Enjoyment in Hhhhhheeeeeelllllllllllllllll) out of mocking Sheryl Crow's attempt to save our planet by designing reusable shoplifting bags for Whole Foods when it dawned on me that, during the course of the day, I do absolutely nothing to benefit a single living organism. Generally, I'm OK with that, but lately I've begun to get the feeling that I should be doing more (or at least something) to make the world a better place.

Let me make this clear: I don't necessarily feel a burning desire to help people – I just want to feel better about myself. And if my feeling better about myself results in someone else's life being a little less crappy, then it's all the better.

At this point, I realized that I needed a Cause. But which Cause? The Environment? To be honest, I'm really not that big on saving the Earth. This is probably because I don't have any (American) children and most of children I know seem perfectly capable of fending for themselves in the nightmarish Mad Max-esque future.

What about Animal Rights? Well, what about them? When did the animal kingdom become a constitution monarchy? When the animals draft a Bill of Rights, I'll support it. Untli then, they're on their own. The same thing goes for children (See above. And see Enjoyment in Hell. Enjoyment in Hhhhhheeeeeelllllllllllllllll).

OK, I'd narrowed down my Cause to something involving adult humans. This is what I've settled on.

Enjoyment in Hell