But then there's the price gouging for gas and necessities. And the con artists setting up fake charities—basically stealing aid from the disaster's victims. And PayPal shutting down SomethingAwful's disaster aid account without explanation. And the Royal Sonesta Hotel in the French Quarter, where 31 staff members remain on hand to keep out refugees, swim in the pool, and dine on girlled tilapia and steaks while the people outside die.
Shit like this that makes me wish I could divorce my species.