In fact, the Ends are the only thing that justify the Means. Here is a trustworthy saying: "Desperate times call for desperate measures." I haul my ass out of bed each morning, crawl into the office, and put in a good eight- to ten-hour day for The Man. What could possibly justify such exertion, such servitude, such sacrifice? Oh, that's right: I have goals. Food, shelter, entertainment. My Ends are the opportunity to build a better tomorrow for myself and my family. They fully j...