It's not MY fault...

I know I've ranted about this topic a million times before, but I'll say it again: humans suck.

I came to this conclusion yet again while philosophizing with fellow co-workers a while back. Somehow our discussion deviated to what's wrong with the world. I've sat for hours on end thinking about the answer to that question, and it's always been so blatantly obvious that I couldn't see it before: Humans do not, and will not, accept responsibility for their own actions.

Take censorship for example: it's not enough to tell someone to be a responsible individual and decide for themselves and for their offspring what they can and can't ingest. They have to protest to ban books and to divert the showtimes of controversial movies; they have to have chips in their televisions and PlayStations that censor their programming; they have to make sure Wal-Mart doesn't sell magazines like Playboy and Maxim (while, in a twist of further stupidity, turning a blind-eye to the automobile magazines that feature scantily-clad, more-naked-than-in-Maxim women posing on the hoods of sports cars).

And what about actually admitting that they've done something wrong and moving on? Sure, there are times when humans will own up to screwing up, but that's after the initial denial, investigation, news interviews, CIA probes, impeachment, Supreme Court hearings, and wasted taxpayer dollars. But what isn't those people's faults is that they were raised to behave in that manner. From the time you squirt from your mother's twat until the time you shuffle loose from the mortal coil, you are brought up to believe that your actions aren't your own responsibility to control.

You killed someone? Don't worry, you were just temporarily insane - no fault of yours. You were ten-years-old, and you beat to death a four-year-old neighborhood girl with a two-by-four? Why, you didn't know any better... you were ten!

What about the time you snuck into your parent's room to watch their illegal cable feed of Cinemax, and you caught one of the numerous Shannon Tweed softcore crime thrillers? That's not yours nor your parents' faults - they bought a television that didn't have a V-chip in it, so blame Sony for making such a shoddy product!

And let's not forget the time you were sixteen and you slipped that date-rape drug into that fifteen-year-old's drink. It wasn't your fault, honestly - you weren't eighteen yet, so it's not like you knew anything at all about the consequences of deviant sexual conduct... you probably didn't even know what sex was, yet! Those minors sure don't know nothin' about nothin', crazy kids!

You mean to tell me you jumped off of the roof of your house into a swimming pool full of jellyfish and alligators? Let's not be so quick to accuse your parents of neglect and inundate them with the irresponsibility of their actions as well as yours, let's arrest and sue Steve-O because he did it on TV one time! While we're at it, let's take in Mike Judge for doing a similar episode of "Beavis & Butt-head".

I think I've made my point. If I've offended you in any way, then I'm sorry. It's MY fault, after all. But that doesn't mean your touchy-feely ass can't still resort to kissing mine.

Have a bad day.