humanitarian aid
‘Are you saying they would be better off dead?’ ‘You are a fat greedy pig Pat,’ the man with the cup said loudly. The fat man snorted. ‘Listen, how many times have you opened the paper and read about people neglecting the upkeep of their pets. Like some guy having ten dogs and they are close to starvation when found by animal welfare, they call it inhumane treatment. Humanitarian aid often keeps people on the brink of starvation, if they were dogs it would be called inhumane.’ ‘They are not though, so what is your point. You want to stop all aid? ‘No, that’s not possible, not now, but we have to face up to the fact that certain areas can only support a certain number of people to prosper and have a life. Just think of a room, there is a number of people you can fit into it, comfortably, but of course you could squash double or triple the amount in there, they would fit, but no one would have a good time.’ ‘Birth control,’ said the man with the cup. ‘You know what I think about that,‘ said the man with the moustache, ‘it’s against my religion. ‘Hank,’ said the man with the cup, which after looking at once more he firmly placed on the table eyes still very much on the object before he looked up and at the man who had just been named Hank. ‘You know there is 25 living Sumatra tigers out there in the wild. Twenty-five! At the very same time there is a billion fat people sitting in front of their TV’s watching Big Brother reruns eating fries and growing ever fatter. And the planet is being ransacked for those people, those twenty-five tigers will have to go as well, and they will and you know it and I 9