People love to masturbate over the righteousness of their cause, but turn a blind eye to, and make a laundry list of excuses for, the abuses that pave their glorious path.
On Saturday morning, hopping into the Honda Civic and driving out of the little soi of my slum neighbourhood, there was quite a traffic jam. Congested, standing still, on Witthayu Road up ahead there was a parade of trucks and motorbikes with their signature red shirts and flying the red banners.
One banner on the side of a truck declared that they were looking for a particular "murderer of the people".
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