Well, no big deal, they thought, once they had figured this out.

Because, as with all other wrong, it could be neatly outsourced for pennies on the dollar, to some asphalt industrial park in some anomalous city in some far off 6th world country where buildings were made of simply boiler rooms stuck together, all packed with wistful dreamy people spending 18-hour workdays being grossly overweight, profusely ignorant, or resoundingly unsuccessful -- FOR YOU! -- child of trim, brilliant, resoundingly successful nations paying rest of world to SUCK so their people (you!) can, in their (your!) pants, still dream that THEY (YOU!) don't SUCK too.

But now, suddenly, the existence of all morality is threatened by the final outsourcing of the last few remaining immoralities -- Senate Bill, SB-21198BC proposes sending all the dreary soap opera aspects of life, from birth to first prepubescent grope to 3rd bitter divorce to 20th nervous breakdown to death and dying themselves, way out to be performed "offshore" by other, more fitting, species of people.

But if this bill passes, the moral high-grounders argue, what will be left for human beings to be? Without the soap opera of sex, family, social relations, people fucking each other over, people getting fucked over, dead children, infidelity, abuse, ostracism, bullying, possessiveness, manipulation, guilt, jealousy, betrayal, etc etc yadda yadda, what will be left for humans to even wanna DO?

Because, it turns out, that once you outsource guilt and jealousy and ugliness and stupidity and drama queens, then, the only thing that's left to feel compassionate about, oh Buddha, is that we no longer have those fucking different-sex-marriage weirdoes and their smarmy "legitimate" children to kick around anymore.

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