Shit’s for the birds

So I see this breaking news on Yahoo yesterday. It’s about a man that is helping an owl or hawk (can’t really remember) learn how to fly. 

Now tell me. What the fuck do I care if that stupid fucking thing learns how to fly? My original agitation stemmed from thinking about how much time and money they spent on this animal. I’m guessing it was a lot of both. There are humans on this earth that have to walk five miles to get clean water, there are children that are being bartered into slavery, there are children that are dying for no less then hunger, and we are being so ridiculous as to give a hoot (pun intended) about this bird. With that money, they may have been able to put kids in the projects through after school programs, or add a whole new set of text books to a struggling library. But, no, ‘we gotta get that bird flying!’

I could help that bird. I could help it with one swift and carefully aimed BB. Cost maybe a half a cent, at most, and we could use the rest of the money to feed a starving human. “Human”. Not animal, not a fucking bird that’s not going to affect my life, or anyone elses in the near or distant future. We’re not talking about seeing eye dogs here, we’re talking about a bird.

Think about it.