It's what I call the lifeboat syndrome, Lolcat.
We are bobbing around comfortably in out well provisioned little boat on the sea of life, but we are surrounded by shipwreck vitims, all struggling to climb on board and save themselves
. We know our boat won't hold them all and we fear that if we let some of them on the others will swamp the boat and capsize it; but beating them off makes us feel bad. So we tell our ourselves they do';t deserve to be saved; that they are unworthy, illegals, people who would probably turn out to be criminals or terrorists and murder us all in our beds if we rescued them
Once we've convinced ourselves of that, we don't have to feel guilty about what will happen to them when we fend them off with our oars and leave them to their fate.
