I am deathly tired of those middle of the roaders who dole out statements that neither confirm nor deny.
Yet through you a bone.
It’s just a bone.
Let’s call you what you are: an appeaser. A coward. A Traitor.
Let you not be able to smile in the face of mankind; for you have sold her and him down the river.
There is no such thing as “I am just living my own life in my own corner of the world.”
You are either a part of the world or you are fostering those who enslave. There is no middle of the road in a context of oppression.
Worse than the perpetrators.