Life is just a big RPG. We acquaint with whomever, we deal with people who suck, everyone is an NPC until we find that one character. We level, we experience and we know our skills can improve or be hampered.
We then just die. But we don’t get a screen that tells us anything because it’s just blackness.
What I mean is, while I understand what you’re talking about, is the day we actually have someone convicted of a more direct murder charge get elected somewhere. We know some executives have skeletons in their closet, but until they’re convicted, everyone sees them as saints. Somehow.
America is one of the only countries I know, where being a criminal actually means failing upwards. I predict it but damn it’ll happen someday, a convicted serial murderer will have a position of power somewhere once they’re out on probation. It’s going to happen and America will make that happen.
That’s why I consider November an extension of Halloween. Nobody gives a fuck about Thanksgiving except getting fat and watching football. It’s still fall, not too chilly yet but getting there.
I wonder how these people would feel if there were individuals that would argue for thieves to break into their homes and take it over.
“I don’t want anything of mine stolen! they broke in!”
“But sir, why don’t you want people to have a place to live in? Make peace with it!”