''Their morals, their "code"... it's a bad joke, dropped at the first sign of trouble. They're only as good as the world allows them to be. I'll show you. When the chips are down, these "civilized people", they'll eat each other.''
The other day I went to my parents' house to pay them a visit. It's been a while since the last time I saw them. My father was at work again so I hang out just with my mother. She told me that earlier that day an old man, almost 80 years old, commited suicide at the town's central plaza. He was motivated by the awful financial situation the goverment brought him due to the extreme measurements they took to repay the country's debts. In his suicidal note he wrote that he didn't want to feed himself of the trash.
I was pretty shocked by this end of course I was not the only one. The next morning the media, necrophilic as always, they fed on his death, idolizing him and making him a martyr. Although, not everyone held the same perspective. Some people believe that this was pretty disgusting and shameful act, doing it in public.
Well, I don't believe he was disgraced, but he was not a hero either. This has to be something else. He wasn't a thirty year-old drug-addicted rockstar, he was a family man in his old age living on his pension. It was something like scorpions do. When they are surrounded by their enemies and there is no escape, they would rather sting their own body than to be eaten alive. I guess, this is something like that. Making full use of your free will. Dying on your feet than living on your knees.
But they got it wrong. It's living on your feet than dying on your knees...