As distressing as that video is, one incident does not damn the entire race of six billion individuals. Bad news is saleable news, and it serves as prolefeed for a certain type of person, sadly numerous, who endure in the perpetual belief that the end of civilisation and decency is nigh.
When National Service ended in the UK, the papers were full of the usual blimps, reactionaries, armchair generals and loudmouthed tubthumpers bemoaning its demise and predicting that the country's fighting men had been reduced to the level of simpering eununchs, and that we'd be incapable of winning even a limited war...
1982, Falklands campaign: advancing on Stanley, outnumbered British soldiers and marines cover 60 miles on foot in three days carrying up to 120lbs each over exceptionally rough terrain, winning every battle along the way in the face of enormous odds and sub-zero Antarctic conditions.
Moreover, there are countless examples of unadvertised civilian courage and sacrifice to be found, and everyday valour carried out by the emergency services abounds. For some reason, though, humans like to indulge in their worst aspects, in a manner closely resembling a dog which delights in rolling in a rotting carcass. We find it perversely comforting to cover ourselves with our own putresence.
Mind you, one thing I have learned in life is that goodness tends to be a quality more readily becoming of individuals. Sadly, once you get people in a group the tendency is towards behaving like sh*ts.
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