We all have blood on our hands. Leading an entirely ethical existence would be nigh on impossible. One may, however, do what one can and take a stand where one can. This is simply Realpolitik.
Doing nothing and then sneering at those who try is a self-delusional egomania at a Jack Monroe-esque level.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."
Well everyone draws their own line in the sand and castigates anyone else crossing it.
My own lovely wife considers herself a custodian of the fragile planet and berates all who squander resources but will happily sit in the living room with five different lights on. The correct 'ambience' is apparently more important than averting the impending climate catastrophe.
I have an open mind on hunting. Make the kill as swift as possible, do the animals the respect of eating them and using every bit of stuff they can be used for. I have no truck with fascist vegans who insist the world can survive on quinoa without quite explaining what would happen to a planet overpopulated with humans and animals.
But anything that weakens this saddo's stranglehold on the Arsenal is good. So I'm busy complaining everywhere on the net about this.