because apparently, it's just not enough to commit outrages against things that walk on two legs or four
This? This is heartwarming. This? Riddled with heart disease.
A Buddhist might say that one of the problems with attachment - that is, with being attached to things, or people, or ideas - is that it you can never be attached enough - that no matter how tightly you may be holding onto a thing, you'll always be dead certain you could be holding on tighter. I'm pretty sure this is called neurosis.
At some point - say, when your attachment to the notion of the ultimo executivo and the privilege campaign contributions purchase comes at the cost of the last few surviving members of an entire species of whale - this stops being neurotic and starts being tragedy.
This sucks for me, because I have real trouble being compassionate for seriously tragic motherfuckers, and this fucks up my meditation practice. Fucks it right up. So help me by clicking on through for some background. It's dated, but I'll bet that maybe a friendly call or email or two might make a world of difference.