Frankly, my dear, we don’t give a damn

January 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment

People are, by nature, self-centered. It is as much our fault as it is a bird’s fault to fly, a fish’s fault to swim, or a Torontonian’s fault to love the Leafs. We just can’t help it. Take kids for example. They haven’t learned to conceal the evil lurking in their tiny, wicked hearts. For example, little Billy doesn’t care if it’s Timmy’s turn to ride in the front seat. Billy is the centre of the universe, and as far as he is concerned, Timmy is a figment of his imagination – a figment he would gladly roll out the side door of the car if he could get the necessary leverage.