Proof that Hollywood cares more about house pets than human life

The following is a sample that I pitched to Cracked.com for an article idea. It's the X number of scenes that prove that Hollywood cares more about pets than human life. Check it out:

Film: Independence Day (1996)

What happens:

The aliens have the world surrounded with their numerous saucer-shaped death ships hovering above every major city in the world. With the exception of Jeff Goldblum who has cracked the alien code with his all-powerful 1996 laptop that can detect and decipher alien attack codes and disable super advanced alien shields but would still crash if it tried to run a particularly active Starcraft match, the dregs of humanity have no idea what is about to transpire. Some run from the ships in fear while others stay behind and look on in wonder.

Will Smith's stripper girlfriend tries to escape Los Angeles with her dog but finds herself stuck in traffic and unable to get away. The alien ship opens up and instantly destroys the city with an enormous fiery blast. LA is changed forever, leaving behind a shattered wasteland filled with people barely surviving, their dreams shattered in a landfill for human souls. Okay, maybe it didn't change that much. Anyway, the stripper narrowly escapes the blast by jumping into a tunnel. Everything is sad and scary, but then the music suddenly crescendos into a happy, triumphant swell as her fucking dog joins her and escapes death at the last second.

Wait, what the fuck?

So let me get this straight, director and music guy: millions of people not just in LA but every major metropolitan area in the entire world are dying by having their bodies instantly melted, and even those who somehow managed to get out of the cities are still homeless, and you want me to jump for joy that the goddamn dog made it? Imagine if Schindler's List ended with a little boy with a cat in his arms going to a gas chamber, and happy lighthearted music plays as the cat jumps out of his arms and runs away. Now imagine yourself smashing your head into the screen in frustration at the moralizing of the American film industry.

Pictured: A happy scene

I pitched this to the Cracked editors, and one of them made the point that while the writing is fine, there's a huge problem with the fact that I'm essentially making the same point over and over of "We're supposed to care about animals when people are dying?!?" I was going to resort to my usual defense mechanism toward criticism and say "Fuck you! You're just too stupid to get it!" but I realized that he was absolutely right and I scrapped this idea.