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mikor egy szó hallatán dobban a szív
I think I need to not worry about posting on weekends, because sometimes I just want to spend my ENTIRE Sunday playing a game about a tiny grape restoring order to tiny villages inhabited by talking fruit, vegetables, frogs, and fish. (Garden Story continues to be cute, but grindy).
Today was going well until I read this article about a sexual assault that happened on a train in Philadelphia and looked up some other sources/discussion for it and found no mitigating details (in fact, WaPo mentioned that some of the bystanders seemed to be filming the assault). Now I'm just experiencing extreme, flames on the sides of my face level of rage. What kind of country do you live in, what kind of culture, that a random selection of people who live in one of your major cities prefer to film a horrific assault to intervening on behalf of the victim? Yikes on all the bikes!!
I have SO MANY thoughts about what sequence of events over the past 15 years or so may have led to such a complete moral breakdown, but I have to go work out now. :P
Today was going well until I read this article about a sexual assault that happened on a train in Philadelphia and looked up some other sources/discussion for it and found no mitigating details (in fact, WaPo mentioned that some of the bystanders seemed to be filming the assault). Now I'm just experiencing extreme, flames on the sides of my face level of rage. What kind of country do you live in, what kind of culture, that a random selection of people who live in one of your major cities prefer to film a horrific assault to intervening on behalf of the victim? Yikes on all the bikes!!
I have SO MANY thoughts about what sequence of events over the past 15 years or so may have led to such a complete moral breakdown, but I have to go work out now. :P