Ain't that a Kicker
It's sardonically funny to think as I watch a grown man sinfully throw away a half eaten cheeseburger, that somewhere else there are children in a dark room working like slaves to the brink of starvation, and those same children probably made this man's shoes and t-shirt. It is like a hidden ghost, whispering in the dark alleys that there is massive suffering from our choices. No one thinks about it, no one truly sees it, and the large corporations assure you that they operate with the most strict social responsibility standards. And so like the cheeseburger, the lie is half eaten and then thrown away. It's cheap, easy and sickly gratifying, which is why we CHOOSE to be blind to it.