Tears for Kim Jong.

Poor Kim Jong-il; snuffed it with his prezzes still under the Christmas tree unopened. So sad. So sad in fact that all his beloved people are crying genuine tears, well in some cases. Need there be any more proof that humans are not immune to Pavlov’s training methods? Would we not shed a tear if Cameron made a heart felt statement that he would forego giving his children Christmas presents this year and give the money to the poor? Or Bruce Forsyth auction his neck brace and support girdle for charity? Oh you guys. But what about Al Quida orphans or destitute Gadaffi supporter’s children? What about, “Daddy won’t be home for Christmas Lisa, he was incinerated by a pin-point accurate $5,000 incendiary missile guided from a Playstation controller in Nebraska using GPS.” No tears there. When will we realise and more importantly take account of the fact our cognitive abilities don’t extend to the absolute appreciation of anything. We simply drift on a sea of experience blown this way and that by winds of familiarity and habit. We don’t cry for Kimmy because from the outside we see the regime as criminal. It’s like the woman on a crime program who got some poor sap to murder her husband for the insurance as an innovative way of paying off her credit card bill. On the inside it probably seemed like a jolly good idea but from the outside…. Well the police didn’t think so. I guess the moral is to use cognitive GPS regularly so you don’t mistake a creek for the open sea.