The secret of the Monkey Cage is not hard to figure out. Even a child knows it. Sometimes they're laughing with you, sometimes they're laughing at you. It just raped my liberal views of humanity when I realized that a substantial part of the earth's population can't tell the difference.

As far as philosophy, I don't really see it. I suspect that Cage regulars have a few things in common:

1. They treat life like a joke. I don't mean in a ha-ha kind of a way, but in a "if you ever see siamese twins in person, it'll be when you're peaking on four hits of windowpane" kind of a way.

2. They're either declassés or born with more inherent intelligence than they knew what to do with, and pretty much coasted through the first two decades of their lives because of it. Which explains the need for recreational drugs.

3. They're social darwinians of one manner or another. Except ChickenMaster, the fucking commie.

So what seems like cruelty is really just a matter of putting philosophy into action. Also, we're fucking assholes, and porn is the only business in which human cartoons like Pamela Peaks, Hamilton Steele, Wankus and even L-ke F-rd could exist.