That we would all not admit to.

I have pretty much of those, things that we would rather not anyone know.

The petty selfishness and jealousy that seems jarring against the common rhetorical that men should be so much better than that, but I think that there is only so much that we can rise above our baser instincts.

I am just back from the Philippines. Apart from the constant stream of people (very poor, poor and the flithy rich), the bellowing black clouds of exhust from the multi-coloured jeepneeys, the mishmash of buildings from all walks of life, the destruction of some beautiful trees, it was a pretty awesome place.

You felt like you probably had about 15 million people as your personal servant. Everywhere people start or end their sentences with the word "M'am". It was "Thank you M'am", "Would you like to try that M'am", "M'am coffee or tea?". People here are truly good at the service line.

It's probably a land that held more promise than what it actually is now, and sufficient to say was that somehow people (like me) are happy that other people are poor and continue to have poor sanitation so that we all can have cheap labor and things and the gratification of having bettered some third world lives.

Cynical, much?