Philosophical question...

Is it better to help friends in a fight they seem destined to lose, or pick a fight where you can make an impact? One of the things that's gotten me through this life is my loyalty to my people, but it just feels weird to be up here in the Bronx, working on a race because my friends asked me.

Today's recommendation:
Wallace and Grommit and the Curse of the Were-rabbit

Good shit, and most excellent vegetable carnage.