The Social Justice Warrior took a sip of coffee harvested by slave labor in South America. The hint of chocolate, brought to him thanks to the work of child labor in Africa filled the plastic cup that was made possible thanks to imported petroleum from a repressive regime. He gazed sternly at the screen on his MacBook whose parts came from forced labor in China. Something was wrong. His brow furrowed. Something was very wrong.
“I cannot buy this [game/movie/toy/rubber duck],” he whispered to himself. “The owner of the company that publishes it has…incorrect opinions.”
Quickly, he logged on to Twitter via an ISP that was working tirelessly to ensure that it could control what content could and couldn’t come across its networks. Heroically, he tweeted his principled position. This would be the hill he would plant his flag on and, if need be, die on (figuratively…naturally.).