We are unfair to humanity. We love sad stories and tragedies. We sympathize with people who suffer, and we want them to keep on suffering. We enjoy their sufferings, and we want to be the ones to save them, or love to take credit for saving them, or we constantly feel the need to look for a saviour for those going through pain, and we love to blame people for not caring for the sufferings of humanity. We love to have someone to blame for something. That's what we love the most. If by mistake anyone finds a way out of their sufferings, or succeeds in helping themselves or those around them, we are most certainly not pleased with them. Oh we are not pleased with them at all. What are they thinking trying to stand on those two undeserving feet of their own? How dare they defy the rules of this society? They are evil. We were not even done with mourning their sufferings, tragedies and losses yet? How dare they rise up and fight back? They do not deserve our sympathy any more.
This means war.