AvianMinded wrote:I'm probably reading too much into this one, but it makes me a little sad. I could easily see this comic as something that was inspired by those recent family events that Randall went through. A loved one and I had a similar discussion about dogs and how awesome it might be to not be self-aware (especially when you have an 'expiration date' looming over your head.) Ultimately we came to the conclusion that the ability to enjoy sex more than makes up for it.
But yeah the conversation kinda started the same way... "Dogs are lucky. They don't give a shit about cancer. They're just like 'Hey! What's this lumpy thing on me?' and then someone usually puts them down before they experience too much pain. All they know is that they're a dog and that's alright."
This post was a bit depressing... You should probably do an image search on pandas or something... Just in case.
Why should we care?Karen Pommeroy:
Because the rabbits are us, Donnie.Donnie:
Why should I mourn for a rabbit like he was human?Karen Pommeroy:
Are you saying that the death of one species is less tragic than another?Donnie:
Of course. The rabbit's not like us. It has no... keen look at something in the mirror, it has no history books, no photographs, no knowledge of sorrow or regret... I mean, I'm sorry, Miss Pommeroy, don't get me wrong; y'know, I like rabbits and all. They're cute and they're horny. And if you're cute and you're horny, then you're probably happy, in that you don't know who you are and why you're even alive. And you just wanna' have sex, as many times as possible, before you die... I mean, I just don't see the point in crying over a dead rabbit! Y'know, who... who never even feared death to begin with.