On the way to our favorite fishing spot, the car splattered about ten dozen bugs on the windshield and front fascia. I didn't think twice about it. Once there, Henrietta and I smashed several deer flies that kept biting at our arms. Neither of us had any apprehension about it.

We caught a nice big sunfish, and put it in a water-filled bucket so it wouldn't painfully suffocate while we continued to fish. When we got home, I took my absurdly sharp knife, started to push down on its neck, with the fish writhing to get away from me-- and I almost couldn't do it. But, I followed through, and the fish was dead in an instant: quick and painless.

Why did I hestitate? There is no moral or ethical difference between smashing dragon flies on the car, swatting a fly, and filleting a fish.

Analytical people have hearts too, they are just able to rationalize beyond their feelings, when their feelings don't make any sense. And that is why I don't like emotional people in leadership positions; to use a fictional example, I'd love Troi if I were having emotional issues and needed support-- but I wouldn't want her anywhere near the captain's chair.

Because an emotional person would not only fail to follow through when making good decisions, but would then become vegetarians, try to use the coersion of the state to "protect the fish", and self-righteously lecture everyone about how fish-- but not ants, or bees, or dragon flies-- are just "people who can't talk". And all because they got a little misty-eyed once while preparing dinner.

Emotional people who are handed "authority" are not just a nuisance-- they are dangerous.