Whenever I hear about a massive disaster somewhere in the world, there is always one thought that comes to mind. It is highly likely that there was at least one person that was blackout drunk before the disaster happened. When the person woke up, along with the normal feelings of regret and general confusion, they peered out the window and saw that everything he or she had ever known had been destroyed. Everything was flooded. It was raining fireballs from the sky. It's the type of situation that brings D-list celebrities together for a song.
Then, for a split second, that person truly believes that they were the cause of all the chaos.
And that makes me smile.