Every so often I lose my cool, that is, if you accept I have any. I kind of boil over and end up sitting at the computer and writing stuff like this:
Why is it that we hate poverty, yet accept that it still surrounds us? “‘No one should go hungry,’ said the philosopher, the social activist, the campaigner, the right and left-wing politician, the dog catcher, the rat chaser, the ferret fancier, the disc jockey, the deep-sea diver, the trawlerman, the sea captain, the ferryman, the vicar, the priest, the bishop, the archbishop, the cardinal, the Pope, the retired businessman, the doorman, the road sweeper, the bell ringer, the newspaper distributor, the journalist, the demolition expert, the acrobat, the lighting rigger, the small-service cook, the dry-stone wall reconstructor, the…
