Happen to see most of it on the news. After regurgitating in the porcelain throne, and eating some rolaids, I felt better. Used my imagination to visualize all of them working in a coal mine 2,000 ft below the surface, then coming up and finding they were fired, and had no way to support their families. Wonder what they'd say if a mic was placed in front of them then?
The devil made me do it.