You see that picture of the Chinese man who used a rope to tie his wife's body onto his back so he could transport her to a morgue on his motorcycle?

I did. When I stopped bawling and thinking of what it would be like to do for to my wife, or my kids, I went to the Red Cross site and donated a bunch of money. Did that for Myanmar, too. And New Orleans. And the Tsunami places.

Every now and again something awful big and shitty happens, because life happens. And I can't make my car payment for a month and I get nervous about the bills and I still feel way, way better than that guy with his wife strapped to him, I suspect.

I grew up in California - Earthquakes are a matter of fact there, and after a while one becomes as jaded as an Oklahoman who shrugs while staring at the wreckage of his house and barn after a tornado: "you live around here long enough, you're gonna see shit like this happen."

I guess I'm not so jaded. I'm just really goddamn sad and tired today. I don't like the idea of everything in my house having a "Made In China" stamp on it, but these folks on their knees crying over the bodies of their children are, probably, not too different from us are they?