I have this innate sense of justice. Comes from my Dad, who is an ex-policeman. It also comes from being stuck to the underside of Life's shoe—ground into the welt, like discarded gum. Watching horrid things occur around me, and with my empathy dominating my personality, it was a no brainer that I would end up getting a bit fired up over injustice. As a kid, it probably meant I was a bit of a dobber. Well, yeah, I was. It kills me and burns a hole in my soul. When people do the wrong thing, commit atrocities, or partake in the spread of evil across our society - like an oily, black, pervasive rot. Evil is a part of our nature. Of Nature itself. But it doesn't mean we have to sit idly by and watch the world go to hell in a handbasket! “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” - Winston Churchill, or Edmund Burke - depends on your source. It is not in me to watch people get ground into the cogs o...
Pithy, Witty observations on life.