“Hey Bru – do you know what moral high ground is?” I hear one of the Floor Managers asking one of the Support Agents as I walk into work this morning.
It also continues to look like this.
Yes, I know what the moral high ground is, and what it looks like, and I also know that I’m not standing on it.
If my countryfolk, who are so good at rioting in the streets with their superior numbers, lack of inhibitions and will to act, would just get it together enough to commit direct action against something other than not-enough-pay, I’d be there like a shot.
But the world is burning, genocide is being perpetrated against all the life on Her, and I’m not rioting in the streets.
Whatthefuck is wrong with me?