Thing is, adults, like properly emotionally mature people, don’t attack random people on the street because they’re volunteering to raise funds for an absolutely gigantic organisation to help people. I used to work for a Croatian man and his brother in law. They fought in the Bosnian conflict, and both ended up working for a series of mercenary outfits after. The levels of PTSD in these guys was…honestly…kinda fucked. I worked with them for the better part of 10 years. Met as many of their families that survived. They were adult enough to hire a few Bosnian guys as subcontract, we’d go for drinks end of the week. And these Bosnian guys were in some of the same battles as my boss and his BiL, literally trying to kill each other. What the fuck did those UNICEF people do to fucknuts? Exist? Fuck him.
Thing is, adults, like properly emotionally mature people, don’t attack random people on the street because they’re volunteering to raise funds for an absolutely gigantic organisation to help people. I used to work for a Croatian man and his brother in law. They fought in the Bosnian conflict, and both ended up working for a series of mercenary outfits after. The levels of PTSD in these guys was…honestly…kinda fucked. I worked with them for the better part of 10 years. Met as many of their families that survived. They were adult enough to hire a few Bosnian guys as subcontract, we’d go for drinks end of the week. And these Bosnian guys were in some of the same battles as my boss and his BiL, literally trying to kill each other. What the fuck did those UNICEF people do to fucknuts? Exist? Fuck him.