This is a picture of me. I happen to be a breast cancer cell. But I have lots of relatives that are other kinds of cells that form in other parts of the body. We can set up shop just about anywhere.
Once upon a time, we were just normal cells in your body, sorta like Tim McVeigh was once just another American boy. But then, as with him, something went wrong. Something inspired us to go crazy, and we just started crankin' out kids--being fruitful and multiplying. A lot.
Some of us are kind of lazy and don't go much of anywhere else, but others among us like to travel. For example, some of my closest friends like to move and set up residency in the liver, or the bones, or the brain. Hey, whatever's hospitable to us.
Supporting our huge families takes a lot. It pretty much takes everything out of your body, unless you can somehow stop us--including your life. Yeah, that's the downside. We steal and steal and steal what we need from you, and then, if you die, we don't have much of a choice but to die along with you. Not really thinking ahead, were we? But hey, no one ever gave us points for being smart.
In fact, we have no brains capable of higher thought. All we really know how to do is keep multiplying. The only instinct we have is to stay alive and make more like ourselves. We don't really care about anything else.
Why am I saying this? Because it has come to my attention that some people in DU, whom we have obviously never touched personally, seem to think that we make our decisions as to whether or not to "go crazy" and multiply in someone's body according to what they do in their personal lives. You know, according to whether you're a good or a bad person in THEIR eyes. A conservative or a liberal. A Republican or a Democrat.
In short, some people think that if your body cells go nuts and join our family, and try very hard to establish a large one of their own, you must have done something to deserve our actions. Karma and all that.
Well, guess what. WE DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR EFFING KARMA. We have no clue what the hell you've done with your life, and we don't care. You could be a person who eats live babies with ketchup, and never know the agony of dealing with us for a day. You could be a person who gives away all your money and lives with the poor in a hovel, and tries to help them every day--and bam, one morning you go to the doctor, and there we are.
Sorry. We're cancer cells. We really don't understand human concepts of justice. And we don't care.
Are there things you can do that might keep us from showing up? Sure. Staying away from tobacco in all forms is a good idea. Other healthy habits can also help. But the bottom line is, we can happen to you anyway. And your moral behavior is of absolutely NO concern to us. It doesn't matter how much money you donate to charity, or how nice you are, or who you vote for. Your virtue won't protect you from us.
Yeah, I know it's frightening. You'd like to believe bad things happen only to bad people, that if you're just a good liberal and not like those nasty conservative wingnuts who rape and rob everyone blind, you'll never have to worry about us. Cancer happens to Tony Snow? Well, that's only what he deserves, isn't it? It can't happen to you or someone you love, because you're too good.
But you're wrong.
I know. It's depressing. But look on the bright side: if you or someone you love should ever make the personal acquaintance of us, you can know right now that you, or they, did NOTHING to "deserve" us. And since the odds of that are frighteningly high, best to prepare now.
Best prepare now to give the finger to everyone who asks what you did to bring this bad karma upon yourself--whether it's something like voting Republican, or maybe just not having a positive enough attitude in life.
You have our permission.
Because we're Cancer. We happen to men and women, straight, gay, lesbian and transgendered, all colors, all ethnicities, all ages, all political leanings, all religions and no religion, all levels of intelligence, people who take care of themselves and people who treat their bodies like Satan's playground, all over the world.
And we just don't care how good you are. And we just don't care how "bad" the people are who some of you claim "deserve" cancer or the "schadenfreude" of others.
If you ever are unfortunate enough to have a close encounter with us, we hope you'll remember that.