Do I hate the blade that stabs me? Do I hate the machine that wields it? Should I hate instead the individual cogs in the machine, each bolt and belt and each drop of oil and gasoline? Do I hate the ones who built the machine, or the machine itself? Or should I hate the ones who designed it, the ones who funded its construction, the one who paid the builders to forge it? Did they even understand what they funded? Did the builders understand the machine they were creating?
Who is to blame, when the system that spawned the machine which cuts into my skin has been in construction since the grandparents of my grandparents were but a gleam in the eye, and even I, the victim, am just a byproduct of its malice and apathy?