I wonder if you would care more if you saw the footage of what happens to animals
that's not going to ameliorate my defective sense of justice. porn and gore have completely pruned all empathic feelings in me.
this doesn't apply directly to me, but i doubt that the suicidal can afford to cave in to saccharine moral sentiment; and this is all well and good, introducing no problems, aside from perhaps introducing a suffering index in order to satiate one's own incurious pawning off of their indigent moralism. "i suffer just as much, and yet i can afford to stay true to what i believe to be right."
if i am to die, what utility does moralism hold for me, aside from demonstrating that i can thoroughly convince myself of my own goodness and hence the injustice of the world around me? i don't care enough for that. i am a contrarian through and through, and i detest all forms of moralism which tries to parade itself as some consistent framework. i have seen the moral majority turn their noses up at those who have fallen through the cracks; those individuals who were the subject of popular impugning and contempt; if they can demonstrate that they are good people by clinging to the nearest and most readily available position of moral equity, then it doesn't matter whether or not they cower in the face of injustice through their lapped ethical posturing, or meet the other with utter indifference. this is why i am always skeptical of people who parrot humanitarian ideals. it's impossible to be entirely faithful to the desire to be good, and good itself is a cheap indicator for social value, only serving to corral favor and support to further their own aims